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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6833f05 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +* text=auto +*.txt text +*.md text diff --git a/33037-8.txt b/33037-8.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9e72550 --- /dev/null +++ b/33037-8.txt @@ -0,0 +1,3558 @@ +Project Gutenberg's Harper's Round Table, June 25, 1895, by Various + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Harper's Round Table, June 25, 1895 + +Author: Various + +Release Date: June 30, 2010 [EBook #33037] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S ROUND TABLE, JUNE 25, 1895 *** + + + + +Produced by Annie McGuire + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: HARPER'S ROUND TABLE] + +Copyright, 1895, by HARPER & BROTHERS. All Rights Reserved. + + * * * * * + +PUBLISHED WEEKLY. NEW YORK, TUESDAY, JUNE 25, 1895. FIVE CENTS A COPY. + +VOL. XVI.--NO. 817. TWO DOLLARS A YEAR. + + * * * * * + + + + +[Illustration] + +OAKLEIGH. + +BY ELLEN DOUGLAS DELAND. + + +CHAPTER I. + +It was a large house, standing well back from the broad highway that +leads from Brenton to Pelham, so far back, indeed, and at the end of +such a long shady drive, that it could not be seen for some few minutes +after turning in from the road. + +The approach was pretty, the avenue winding through the trees, with an +occasional glimpse of the meadows beyond. The road forked where the +trees ended, and encircled the lawn, or the "heater-piece" as the family +called it, it being in the exact shape of a flatiron. The house stood on +high ground, and there were no trees very near. + +It was a white house with green blinds, solid and substantial looking. +The roof of the piazza was upheld by tall white columns, and vines +growing at either end relieved the bareness. On the southern side of the +house a small conservatory had been added. On the other side the ground +sloped to the Charles River, though in summer one could see only the +water from the upper windows, because of the trees which grew so thick +upon the banks. + +This was Oakleigh, the home of the Franklins, so named because of a +giant oak-tree which spread its huge branches not far from the back of +the house. + +As to the Franklins, there were five of them, and they were all +assembled on the front porch. + +Though it was the last day of April, spring was unusually early for +Massachusetts this year, and the day was warm and clear, suggesting +summer and delightful possibilities of out-door fun. + +Edith, the eldest, sat with her work. It was unusual work for a girl of +barely sixteen. A large old-fashioned basket was on the floor by her +side, with piles of children's clothes in it, and she was slowly and +laboriously darning a stocking over a china egg. + +The children had no mother, and a good deal devolved upon Edith. + +Jack and Cynthia, the twins, came next in age, and they were just +fourteen. They looked alike though Jack was much the taller of the two, +and his hair did not curl so tightly as Cynthia's. She sat on the steps +of the piazza. Her sailor hat was cast on the ground at her feet, and +her pretty golden-brown hair was, as usual, somewhat awry. + +It was one of the trials of Edith's life that Cynthia's hair would not +keep smooth. + +Jack lay at full length on the grass, sometimes flat on his back, +staring at the sky, sometimes rolling over, the more easily to address +his sisters. + +Jack had a project in his mind, and was very much in earnest. Cynthia, +of course, was already on his side--she had known of it from the first +moment the idea popped into his head, but Edith had just been told, and +she needed convincing. + +Janet and Willy, "the children," were playing at the other end of the +porch. They were only six and five, and did not count in the family +discussions. + +"There's money in it, I'm sure," said Jack; "and if I can only get +father to agree with me and advance some money, I can pay him back in +less than a year." + +"Papa hasn't much money to spare just now," said Edith, "and I have +always heard that there was a good deal of risk about raising chickens +from an incubator." + +"My dear girl," returned Jack, with an air of lofty authority, "allow me +to say that you don't know much about it. I've been reading upon hens +for two days, and I find that, allowing for all risks--bad eggs, +inexperience, weasels, and skunks, and diseases, you're sure to make +some profit at the end of a year. Now, I'm late in thinking of it, I +know. To-morrow is the 1st of May, and I couldn't get more than three +hatches this summer, but that would probably pay the cost of the +incubator. I can get a first-rate one for forty dollars, and I can buy +one 'brooder.' If I bought one I could make the others like it." + +"But your eggs?" said Edith. "You would have to pay a great deal for +eggs." + +"Eggs would be about five or six dollars a hundred, and it takes two +hundred to fill the machine. I should want to get a fine breed, of +course--Brahmas, or Cochins, or Leghorns, probably, and they cost more; +but, you see, when they begin to lay, there comes my money right back to +me." + +"When they do," said Edith, sceptically. + +"Edith, don't be so mean!" cried Cynthia. "Jack wants to begin to make +money, and I think he's right. I'm going to help him all I can, and we +want you to be on our side to help talk over papa. He is always telling +Jack that he'll soon have to begin to work, and now here's a chance." + +"Papa wants Jack to make some money to help support us when he is old +enough, but he wants him to finish his education first, of course. And I +am sure he doesn't want him to lay out a lot of money, as he would have +to do in raising hens." + +"That's just like a girl," said Jack, scornfully. "Don't you know that +there's always a lot of risk in anything you undertake, and you've got +to take the chances? There are very few things you don't have to put +money into." + +"Of course, for a grown man. But a boy of your age ought to work for a +salary, or something of that sort--not go investing." + +Cynthia stirred uneasily. She knew this was just the wrong thing to say +to Jack. Unfortunately, Edith was so apt to say the wrong thing. + +Jack sprang to his feet. "There's no use arguing with girls. I may be a +'boy of my age,' but I've got some sense, and I know there's money in +this. I'm not going to say another word about it to anybody until father +comes home, and I can talk it over with him." + +And Jack walked off around the corner of the house, whistling to Ben and +Chester, the two big setters, to follow him, which they did with joyful +alacrity. + +"There!" exclaimed Cynthia, "now he's gone off mad. I don't see why you +said that, Edith." + +"Said what? I'm sure it is true. The idea of a boy of his age--" + +"There you go again. Jack may be young, but he is trying awfully hard to +help papa, and you needn't go twitting him about his age." + +"I'm sure I never meant to twit him," said Edith; "and I think he's +awfully touchy. But it is half past four, Cynthia, and time to go meet +papa. Won't you be sure to brush your hair and put on a fresh neck-tie +or something? You do look so untidy. That skirt is all frayed out around +the bottom." + +"Oh, bother my hair and my neck-tie, and everything else!" cried +Cynthia, though with perfect good-nature. "Edith, you make such a fuss! +Shall I go meet papa?" + +"No, I'll go; but I wish you would order the horse. Now, Cynthia, don't +forget your hair, will you? Papa hates to see you untidy." + +For answer Cynthia banged the screen-door as she disappeared into the +house and walked through the wide hall, humming as she went. + +"What shall I do with these children?" sighed Edith to herself, as she +laid down the stocking, mended at last, and prepared to put up her work. +"I'm sure I do the best I can, and what I think our mother would have +liked, but it is very hard. If Cynthia only would be more neat!" + +A loud crash interrupted her thoughts. At the end of the piazza, where +the children had been playing, was a mass of chairs and tables, while +from the midst of the confusion came roars of pain, anger, and fright. + +"What _is_ the matter?" cried Edith, running to the scene, and +overturning her work-basket in her flight. + +It took several minutes to extricate the screaming children, set them on +their feet, and ascertain that no bones were broken. + +"Get the red oil!" shrieked Janet; "that naughty boy has killed me! I'm +dead! I'm dead! Get the red oil!" + +"It's no such a thing!" shouted Willy. "I didn't do it, and I'm dead, +too. Ugh! I'm all bludge. Get the red oil!" + +Cynthia had witnessed the scene from the window, and appeared just in +time with the bottle of red oil, the panacea for all the Franklin bumps +and bruises. + +"What were you doing, you naughty children?" said Edith, as she wiped +the "bludge" from Willy's lips, and found that it came from a very small +scratch, while Janet was scarcely hurt at all. + +"We were only playing cars, and Willy _would_ ride on the engine, and +made it topple over, and--" + +"It's no such a thing!" interposed Willy. "Girls don't know nothin' +'bout steam-cars, and Janet went and put her feet on the back of my +chair, and--" + +He was interrupted by a blow from Janet's small fat fist, which he +immediately returned in kind, and then both began to scream. + +"Yon are both as bad as you can be, and I've a good mind to send you to +bed," said Edith, severely, shaking Janet as she spoke. + +Janet cast herself upon Cynthia. "Edith's horrid to us! She is so cross. +Cynthia, don't let her send us to bed. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hit Willy; +I'm sorry we upset the chairs; I'm sorry for everything." + +"Well, here comes the horse, and I must go," said Edith. "Oh, look at my +basket!" + +And it was indeed a sight. Spools, scissors, china eggs, stockings, +everything lay in wild confusion on the floor. + +"Never mind. I'll pick them up," said Cynthia. "Don't bother about them, +Edith. The children will help me. Come along, Willy and Janet. Let's see +which can find the most spools." + +Edith looked back doubtfully as, having put on her hat, she got into the +carriage. What would her basket be like when she next saw it? But it was +kind of Cynthia, and how much better Cynthia managed the children than +she did. What was the reason? She was thinking it over, when she heard +her name called loudly from behind, and, pulling in the horse quickly, +she waited, wondering what had happened now. + +Cynthia came flying down the avenue. "Edith! Edith! Wait a minute! I +forgot to tell you. Don't say anything to papa about Jack's scheme, will +you? Let him tell." + +"Oh, Cynthia, how you frightened me! I thought something dreadful was +the matter." + +"But don't, will you, Edith? Promise! You know--well, Edith, Jack can +explain it so much better himself." + +Cynthia was too kind-hearted to tell Edith that she would spoil it all +if she said anything first, but Edith knew that was what she meant. A +sharp reply was on her lips, but she controlled herself in time. + +"Very well," she said, quietly, "I won't." + +And then she drove on, and Cynthia went back to the house satisfied. + +Edith had a quick, impatient temper, and it was not an easy matter for +her to curb her tongue. Her mother had died five years ago, when she was +but eleven years old. Then an aunt had come to live with them, but she +had lately married and gone to South America, and now there was no one +else, and Edith was considered old enough to keep house and look after +the children. + +The road wound through the woods, with here and there a view of the +river, leading finally into the old New England town and forming its +main street. + +Tall elm-trees shaded the approach to the village, and fine old houses, +with well-kept lawns in front, were to be seen on either side. + +The horse that Edith drove was by no means a fine one, and the old buggy +was somewhat unsteady and rattled alarmingly. In other words, the +Franklins were poor, but they had hosts of friends; and as Edith entered +the village she nodded right and left to the various people she met. +Every one liked the Franklins, and the family had lived at Oakleigh for +generations. + +As she reached the station the train came in. A throng of carriages +filled the broad space in front, and Edith was obliged to draw up at +some little distance from the cars. Presently she saw her father coming +towards her, and with him was an odd little figure, the sight of which +made Edith's heart sink with apprehension. + +"Oh dear! oh dear!" she exclaimed to herself, "if there isn't Aunt +Betsey!" + +Then she shrank back into the corner of the buggy, and watched the +amused glances that were cast upon her relative by all who saw her. + +Miss Betsey Trinkett, of Wayborough, was Edith's great-aunt, and +constituted one of the largest thorns in her side. She was old, she was +odd, she was distinctly conspicuous; and Edith disliked above all things +to be conspicuous. + +Miss Betsey trotted along the platform by her nephew's side, quite +unconscious of the tumult she was raising in the breast of her +grandniece. She was dressed in a short, scant velveteen gown that might +have belonged to her grandmother, and a large bonnet of the same date, +from which hung a figured lace veil. A gay shawl was folded about her +slender shoulders, and Mr. Franklin carried her carpet-bag with the +silver lock and key. + +She waved a welcome to Edith with a mitted hand, and Edith, recovering +herself, nodded in response. + +"How do you do, Aunt Betsey? What a surprise!" + +"Yes, my dear, I like to surprise you now and then. I came up to Boston +town on business, and your father insisted upon my coming out to see you +all. In fact, I knew he would, so I just popped my best cap and my +knitting into my bag, along with some little things for you children, +and here I am." + +And she stepped nimbly into the buggy, followed by Mr. Franklin. + +"We shall be a 'Marblehead couple,'" he said, as he balanced himself on +the seat and took the reins. + +Edith detested "Marblehead couples," otherwise driving three on a seat, +and she hid herself as much as possible in her corner, and hoped that +people would not know she was there. + +Miss Betsey chatted away with her nephew, and in time the three miles +were covered, and they turned into the Oakleigh drive. Edith had +recovered somewhat by this time, having been engaged in scolding herself +all the way from the village for her uncordial feelings. + +The others welcomed Aunt Betsey most cordially. Her carpet-bag always +contained some rare treat for the little ones; and, besides, they were a +hospitable family. + +"But come with me, girls," said Miss Betsey, mysteriously, when she had +bestowed her gifts. "There is something I want to consult you about." + +She trotted up the long flight of stairs to her accustomed room with the +springiness of a young girl, Edith and Cynthia following her. She closed +the door behind them, and seating herself in the rocking-chair, looked +at them solemnly. + +"Do you remark anything different about my appearance?" + +"Why, of course, Aunt Betsey!" exclaimed Cynthia; "your hair!" + +"Well, I want to know! Cynthy, you are very smart. You get it from your +great-grandmother Trinkett, for whom you were named. Well, what do you +think of it?" + +Edith had hastened to the closet, and was opening drawers and removing +garments from the hooks in apparently a sudden desire for neatness. In +reality she was convulsed with laughter. + +Cynthia controlled herself, and replied, with gravity, "Did it grow +there?" + +Miss Betsey rocked with satisfaction, her hands folded in her velveteen +lap. + +"I knew it was a success. No one would ever know it, would they? My +dears, I bought it to-day in Boston town. The woman told me it looked +real natural. I don't know as I like the idea exactly of wearing other +people's hair, but one has to keep up with the times, and mine was +getting very scant. Silas said to me the other night, said he, 'Betsey, +strikes me your hair isn't as thick as it used to be.' That set me +thinking, and I remember I'd heard tell of these frontispieces, and I +then and there made up some business I'd have to come to Boston town +about, and here I am. I bought two while I was about it. The woman said +it was a good plan, in case one got lost or rumpled, and here it is in +this box. Just lay it away carefully for me, Cynthy, my dear." + +The old lady's thin and grayish locks had been replaced by a false front +of smooth brown, with puffs at the side, and a nice white part of most +unnatural straightness down the middle. + +"You see, I like to please Silas," she continued. "I'll tell you again, +as I've told you before, girls, Silas Green and I we've been keeping +steady company now these forty years. But I can't give up the view from +my sitting-room windows to go and live at his house on the other hill, +and he can't give up the view from his best-room windows to come and +live at my house. We've tried and tried, and we can't either of us give +up. And so he just comes every Sunday night to see me, as he's done +these forty years, and I guess it'll go on a while longer." + +They were interrupted by the sound of the tea bell. + +Miss Betsey hastily settled her cap over the new front, and they all +went down stairs, Cynthia pinching Edith to express her feelings, and +longing to tell Jack about Aunt Betsey's latest. + +But they found Jack having an animated discussion with his father, his +thoughts on business plans intent. + +Cynthia anxiously surveyed the two, and she feared from appearances that +Mr. Franklin did not intend to yield. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +LIFE IN A LIGHT-HOUSE. + +BY A. J. ENSIGN. + + +A cold biting west wind was blowing. The sea close under the beach was +smooth and steel blue, and the breakers reared their white crests +slowly, falling in dull booms of muttered thunder. Beyond the rollers a +wide expanse of ice-hard gray water swept away to the iron line of the +horizon, where strange shapes of writhing billows tossed against the +glow of the rising moon. Half a dozen stars of the first magnitude swam +in moisture in the zenith, and far away in the west a smudge of black +cloud, touched on its lower edge with blood red, kept the record of the +swift winter sunset. + +"It will blow from the south'ard and east'ard afore mornin', an' it'll +snow," said the light-house keeper, as he peered out into the growing +gloom, pierced as it was by the rays of the lamp which he had set +burning half an hour before. + +"Ay," said his assistant, "an' we'll have fog, too, I'm thinkin'." + +"Well, get steam up for the siren, an' stan' by fur trouble afore dawn." + +The predictions of both men came true. Before two o'clock in the morning +the wind had shifted to the southeast, and was blowing a gale. Great +tangled masses of brown cloud were flying across the sky at terrific +speed, and in and out of the rifts shot the red moon flaming like a +comet. The breakers no longer reared and fell slowly, but hurled +themselves in shrieking masses of foam upon the stricken beach. A +yelling as of ten thousand evil spirits surrounded the caged lantern; +but the great yellow light blazed out its warning upon the black waters. +But not for long; for out of the southeast swept the impenetrable gray +fog that no light could pierce. Then the hoarse moaning blast of the +steam-siren sent its cry of warning out over the raging waters. At four +o'clock the gale was terrific, and ever and anon the shriek of a +steam-whistle told that some vessel was groping her way toward the +entrance to the harbor. Suddenly the whistle burst into a series of +rapid screams. + +"Wake up, Tom!" shouted the assistant keeper, who was on watch. "There's +a tug out yonder that's parted the hawser of her tow." + +The keeper sprang to his feet and listened to the despairing screams of +the whistle out in the fog. + +"You're right!" he exclaimed. "And whatever's gone adrift'll be ashore +in less than an hour. They'll never hear those whistles at the station +with the wind in this quarter." + +He jumped to the telephone and called up the life-saving station a mile +above. + +"There's a tug off here," he said, "and she's lost her tow." + +"All right," came the answer; "we'll look out for 'em." + +[Illustration: TAKEN ASHORE IN A BREECHES-BUOY.] + +Half an hour later a big three-masted coal barge, which thirty years +earlier had been an English bark, was in the breakers half a mile above +the life-saving station; but owing to the sharp lookout for her, all her +people, three men, a boy, and a woman, were taken ashore safely in the +breeches buoy. At sunup the other barge, which had been in tow of the +tug, was seen three miles offshore hove to under her leg-of-mutton +canvas. She was picked up by an incoming steamer, and towed into the +harbor. + +That is a sample of the experience of a light-house keeper whose light +is on the land. He has a comparatively comfortable berth; but all lights +are not so pleasantly situated. Some are situated at considerable +distances from the shore, on dangerous reefs. Most of the houses so +situated are built on iron-screw piles, like those at Thimble Shoals, +Virginia, Fowey Rocks, Alligator Reef, and Sombrero Key, Florida. These +houses stand on iron legs, which are screwed down into the rocks on the +bottom, and the keeper's only means of leaving his confined dwelling is +by the boat, which swings at davits, as it would aboard a ship. It has +been found that a light-house built in this manner will stand the shocks +of heavy weather much better than one made of solid masonry. The storm +wave of the Atlantic Ocean travels at the rate of about thirty miles an +hour, and when one of these waves, towering from fifteen to thirty-five +feet, strikes an obstacle, such as a light-house, it deals a blow whose +force can be measured only in hundreds of tons. The iron-screw +pile-house, however, is elevated far enough above the level of the sea +to escape the blows of the waves, which meet with no greater resistance +than that offered by the slender legs of the structure. + +Let us imagine the experience of a keeper of one of these lights in a +great storm. It is September. All day the sea has been deathly calm, but +with a slow swell of ominous breadth and weight. The sky has been of a +dead gray color, and has seemed to hang so low that one might almost +reach it from the top of the lantern. Toward night the wind begins to +come in fitful gusts that moan around the light-house like the voices of +warning spirits. The keeper goes out on the balcony and looks anxiously +around the horizon. He knows that they are in for a bad night, and he +knows that even iron-screw light-houses have been carried away in great +gales. But he goes calmly and carefully about his work. He sees that the +boat and all other objects outside the house are well secured. He sees +the lamp well supplied with oil and trimmed wicks. He gives the lenses +and reflectors a few more affectionate rubs, and as the sun goes down +fire-red into a crimson sea he lights the wicks and goes down to his +supper. + +The gusts of wind outside increase in number and in force. Strange +shriekings and moanings break from the crannies of the light-house. It +is blowing half a gale now, and the sea is beginning to rise. Fiercer +and fiercer become the blasts. The light-house begins to vibrate like a +fiddle. A strange humming, as of the giant strings of some enormous +Ĉolian harp, is added to the shriller screams of the wind. It is the +gale singing through the iron legs and braces of the structure. And now +a squall more violent than any that have preceded it comes yelling +across the sea. It tears the foaming crests off half a dozen waves, and +sends them swirling down to leeward in shivering sheets of snowy +spoondrift. With fearful force the blast strikes the light-house, at the +same time hurling some of the spoondrift against its weather side with +a crash. What was that? Did the whole building sway? + +The keeper shuts his lips tightly and goes up to look at the lamp. It is +burning brightly. He descends again, and puts on his oil-skins and +sou'wester. Waiting for a lull in the gale, he bolts out upon the +balcony, hastily closing the door behind him. For a moment he stands, +clinging with all his might to the iron railing, while the mad wind +seems to try to strip his clothing from him. How the building trembles +under the furious assaults of the wind! What an awful roar the +conflicting elements make around its iron walls! The keeper's eyes are +half blinded by the driving rain and salt spray. But he can see by the +light of the faithful lamp above him towering walls of black and shining +water sweeping down out of the fathomless darkness beyond as if to +engulf his little refuge. They rush forward and disappear within the +circle of gloom below the light, and the next instant he hears them +hissing and shrieking around the sturdy iron leg. + +There! There is the monster wave of all, heaving its mighty crest +twenty-five feet, so that the keeper sees it level with his eyes as he +gazes, fascinated. It is coming, it is coming. Ah, it is too big to pass +the reef without breaking. See! It has toppled over, and goes boiling +under the gallery in a wild mass of ghostly foam. The keeper shivers a +little, shakes his head, and goes back to his warm room, muttering a +prayer for the safety of the sailors on the sea. You and I would mutter +one for our own, perhaps, if we stood on a swaying balcony above a +storm-torn ocean. + +Before morning the keeper hears the report of a gun. He knows too well +the meaning of that sound. It is a signal of distress. He rushes out on +the balcony again, and sees the dim form of a dismasted ship driving +upon the reef. What can he do? Not a thing. He calls up his assistants, +and they helplessly watch the vessel strike. They hear the cries of her +people. They see the waves burst over her in great clouds of seething +spray. Suddenly one of the men utters a shout. + +"See! There's a spar driving down on us with some one on it." + +[Illustration: A RESCUE FROM THE LIGHT.] + +Now the keeper and his assistants can do something, and they move with +the rapidity of men whose wits are accustomed to the emergencies of the +deep. Projecting from one side of the house is an iron arm, at the end +of which hang a block and tackle. This is used for hoisting supplies +from the boat which brings them off. Quickly a line is fastened around +the hook at the bottom of the tackle. This is to give the shipwrecked +mariner something by which to hold. The broken and half-buried spar +sweeps down toward the light-house. Two men are clinging to it with the +strength of despair. The tackle is lowered, and as the spar drives +against one of the stout iron legs of the light-house one of the two men +catches the rope, and is quickly hauled up to the gallery. At once the +tackle is lowered again, and the other man is hauled up. Half blind, +half drowned, staggering with exhaustion, they are taken into the house +where warm drinks and dry clothing revive them. Then they sit beside the +stove and tell the dreadful story of the wreck, while the howling of the +wind, the thunder of the seas, and the swaying of the house remind them +all that the storm still rages without. + +Finally the great gale ends, and gradually the sea goes down. The +shipwrecked seamen are anxious to reach land, and the light-house +keeper, upon whose stores two extra mouths make serious inroads, is +willing to have them go. Late in the afternoon of the third day they see +smoke on the horizon. By-and-by the smoke appears to rise from a little +black speck. Gradually the speck grows larger, and at length it assumes +the outlines of a small steam-vessel. + +"That's her," says the keeper. "Now you'll be able to get ashore." + +"Is it the tender?" asks one of the wrecked sailors. + +"Yes," says the keeper. "She was due here just about the time the gale +set in." + +[Illustration: RECEIVING SUPPLIES IN CALM WEATHER.] + +It is the stanch little light-house tender, whose duty it is to visit +the various lights in her district, and replenish their supplies. Many a +rough time she has at sea, and many a narrow escape; but the pressing +necessities of the keepers of the isolated lights embolden the captains +of tenders to brave many dangers. The tender is alongside the +light-house in due time, and the tackle which so lately saved human +lives hoists up boxes of provisions, cans of oil, and other articles. +The two shipwrecked sailors are put aboard the tender to be landed at +the nearest port, and in a short time the little vessel is once more a +smudge of smoke upon the horizon. + +And so let us bid good-by to the light-house and the keeper. We know now +that he is a brave and faithful fellow, who, if need be, will lower away +his little boat, and pull to the rescue of those in danger. We know that +in spring and in summer, in autumn and in winter, in calm or storm, in +clear weather or in fog, in health or in sickness, he will be found +always at his post, always at his duty. We know that when the skies are +clear, and the sea smooth, and the stars bright, the lamp will burn and +send its gentle yellow rays out upon the inky waters to guide the +mariner over the trackless sea. We know that when the gray curtain of +the fog hides the light, the hoarse scream of the steam-siren or brazen +clang of the fog-bell will echo over the water, and warn the sailor +against hidden dangers. For always and everywhere the light-house keeper +is a brave, honest, faithful man; humble, indeed, but the reliance and +the guide of "those who go down to the sea in ships." + + + + +[Illustration: THE CAMERA CLUB] + + This Department is conducted in the interest of Amateur + Photographers, and the Editor will be pleased to answer any + question on the subject so far as possible. Correspondents should + address Editor Camera Club Department. + + +PAPERS FOR BEGINNERS, No. 6. + +SIMPLE DEVELOPMENT. + +A girl who was taking her first lesson in developing said that +developing was dozens of "whens" and "ifs," and one must learn them all +at once or else spoil all one's plates. + +Our first directions for development will not be with the kind of +pictures which the beginner usually takes, but the kind he ought to +take, and which are simplest and easiest to develop. These are time +landscape pictures. + +By time pictures is meant those which are taken with a short-time +exposure instead of with a drop-shutter in bright sunlight. The day for +making a successful time picture is when the sky is slightly clouded and +the light soft, so that there are no deep shadows. + +The picture being made, and everything ready for development, remove the +plate from the holder and lay it face up in the tray. Turn the +developer--which is ready in the glass graduate--quickly over the plate, +taking great care that the whole surface is flooded instantly. If the +developer is not applied uniformly patches will appear on the negative +which print darker, the dark spots being where the developer did not +reach the plate as quickly as it did the other parts. + +As soon as the developer has covered the plate, move the tray gently to +and fro, tipping it this way and that, but not enough to expose the +plate. In about a half-minute the high lights will begin to appear. The +high lights are those parts of the plate which have been exposed to the +strongest light, and which will show white, or light, in the printed +picture. The sky, which has reflected the strongest light, will appear +first. It will show as black patches here and there at one edge of the +plate. + +By the time the sky is well out other objects will begin to show, those +which were in the deepest shadow will be the longest coming out. After +the image is well defined on the plate, lift it carefully from the tray +and look through it toward the light, holding rather near the lantern so +as to see if the detail is out. + +To explain what is meant by detail, we will suppose that there is a mass +of shrubbery in the picture. If this part of the picture is developed +far enough, the lights and shadows and the forms of the bushes will show +when the plate is looked at against the light, but if the glass is clear +there is no detail, and the development has not been carried far enough. +It must be put back in the developer and allowed to remain longer. + +When the plate has been sufficiently developed, which will be in from +three to five minutes, the yellow color will begin to fade, and the +outlines, which have been quite sharp, will grow dim. At this point, if +one looks at the plate the picture can be quite distinctly seen on the +back. + +Take the plate from the developer, rinse it thoroughly in clean water, +and place it, film side up, in the tray of hypo solution, which is made +by dissolving 1 oz. of hyposulphite of soda in 4 oz. of water. + +This bath, which is usually called the fixing-bath, though the proper +term would be clearing-bath, removes from the negative the sensitive +silver salts which have not been affected by light or by development, +and makes the image permanent. After the plate has remained in the +clearing-bath for five minutes it will be found on looking at the back +of the plate that the yellow color has almost entirely disappeared, +leaving on the glass the clear image of the landscape. The plate should +remain in the hypo for ten minutes, so that the salts of silver may be +thoroughly dissolved, or the plates will look streaked, and will not +make satisfactory prints. + +The plate must next be washed to remove all traces of hypo. Hypo stains +the negative, and if not thoroughly washed out is apt to form again in +crystals and ruin the negative. + +An hour is long enough to wash the negative in running water, and two +hours, with four or five changes of water, where there is no running +water. When the negative has been washed long enough, take a small wad +of soft cotton, and holding both plate and cotton in the water wipe the +film gently with the cotton to remove any dirt which may have settled in +the film. If one has no drying-rack set the plate on a shelf, with the +film side toward the wall to avoid the settling of dust in the film. + +When the negative is dry, place it in an envelope, number and mark it, +and place it in some place where it may be found without trouble. + + + + +BILL TYBEE AND THE BULL. + +YARN OF A WHALEMAN ON SHORE. + +BY W. J. HENDERSON. + + +"And didn't yeou never have nothin' more to do with whalin'?" asked +Farmer Joe. + +"Oh, well," Handsome answered, "I never said that I gave up whaling for +good and all. You know, sailors never know when they're well off." + +"Waal," said Farmer Joe, "it 'pears to me that this 'ere's abaout a good +time to tell us some more on 't." + +"Did I ever tell you about going whaling on shore?" + +"Git aout!" exclaimed Farmer Joe. + +"You don't believe it, eh? Did you never hear of Amagansett, Long +Island? That's where all good whalemen go when they get to be too old to +go to sea. They have their boats there, and when a whale heaves in sight +off shore they put right out through the surf, and generally there's one +dead whale in those parts when they come back. But it isn't about that +I'm going to tell you, because chasing whales in boats is all the same +whether you start from shore or a ship. But down there's where I met old +Bill Tybee." + +"Who were he?" asked Farmer Joe. + +"He was a very old sailor, who'd quit the sea, and was running a sort of +express business. That is, he had a horse and wagon, and used to cart +things for people. He was a great old chap, I tell you, and the yarns he +used to tell would have scraped barnacles off the back door of the North +Pole. His horse was so old he couldn't move at any pace except a sort of +dog-trot, and the wagon rumbled and squeaked like a fife-and-drum corps. +One day I said to Bill that I'd like to know why he didn't get a new +horse and wagon, and then he told me a regular hair-twister. I'm going +to tell it to you, and I'm going to tell it just the way Bill told it to +me." + +Handsome shifted his seat a foot or two, took a round turn around his +foot and tested the splice which he had been making, and then screwing +his face up in imitation of "old Bill Tybee," he began. + +"Git a new hoss an' waggin, hey? I ain't no dude. Nex' thing I 'spect +you'll be wantin' me to run a tally-hoo coach to take beach-combers out +a clam-diggin'. New hoss an' waggin! Say, I had 'em oncet, an' I don't +want 'em no more. I got all the trouble I want now, without havin' a +cantankerous young colt a tryin' to jump fences with me an' the waggin. +Say, I'm goin' to tell you 'bout the new hoss an' waggin I had oncet, +an' then I leave it to you, if you was me an' I was you, would you try +it on some more. 'Bout two year ago come Thanksgivin' I got so sot up in +bizness that I bought Farmer Hiram Smoggs's brown colt, that were jes +seven year old that fall, an' his one-hoss farm waggin wot Fin Dooley +had jes painted redder'n a new can-buoy on the starboard side o' a ship +channel. I gave him this 'ere hoss an' waggin wot I'm a-drivin' now to +boot. Werry good. I got aboard my new waggin, and h'isted my whip, an' +whistled the 'Star-Spangled Banner,' and sez I, 'Thar, gol bust ye, +you're in commission, ye wall-sided hooker,' sez I. Then I got under way +fur my fust cruise. It were plain sailin' gittin' out o' the harbor, +an', as the weather were fair with a stiddy wind, I let the colt go +along under plain sail. Waal, I hadn't gone more'n a couple o' cable +lengths w'en ole Widdy Moriarty she comes down to the sea-wall on her +place, an' sings out to me. So I hove the colt to, an' I axes her, +'Wot's up, mate?' An' she says she wants me fur to take a box o' heggs +down to the Fraser Bellew's grocery store. So I filled away on the colt, +an' luffed up alongside o' the sea-wall, an' made him fast to a pile wot +were stickin' up. I got the heggs, an' stowed 'em right forrard in the +forepeak o' the waggin. I got aboard, an' filled away on my course +ag'in. + +"Werry good. Nex' I war hove to by Pete Maguff, a cullud man, who put a +bar'l o' maple syrup aboard. Then Jim Penn he puts in a bar'l o' flour +fur me to take back to ole man Bellew 'cos 'twarn't the right kind. Them +two bar'ls pooty nigh filled up the whole waist o' the waggin. +Howsumever, w'en Hank Mosher axed me to take a bar'l o' apples aboard I +carkilated I could git her under the break o' the tailboard, an' I did. +Pussonally, I war now usin' the box o' heggs fur a bridge, an' were +a-steerin' the colt from there. Bein' loaded right down to the +Plimsoll's mark, I didn't go to crackin' on sail, but let the colt go +along under his lower tops'ls like. All right, sez you. But allus keep a +bright lookout fur squalls, sez I. Werry good. I hadn't logged off +more'n half a knot w'en Farmer Powley's ten-acre pasture were on my +starboard hand, an' his black-an'-white bull, Napoleon Bonyparty, were +standin' plum in the middle o' the same. Now w'en that 'ere bull seed +that 'ere red waggin he knowed it warn't the ole merchant hooker wot +he'd seed me a-steerin' up an' down that road so long. Nope; he med up +his mind it were a foreign cruiser, an' sez he to hisself, 'This are +where I shows 'em wot kind o' a coast-defense ram I are.' So he blowed +one whistle, hooked on, an' come down the field under forced draught, +turnin' up a mos' terrible starn wave o' dust on account o' the pasture +bein' werry shallow water. I hailed him, an' told him it war me, but he +couldn't hear nothin'. All he could do war to see a red waggin. So, +seein' that he war a-goin' to ram, I ups an' I lets fall to'gallants an' +royals onto the colt, an' away we went dead afore the wind at a +twelve-knot gait. The bull didn't stop fur to jump the fence. He jes +went through it. Now it were a starn chase right up the hill. + +"Werry good. But afore I'd got fur I heard a thump, an' lookin' round I +seed Hank Mosher's bar'l o' apples'd bounced out over the starn, an' +were a-rollin' down the hill at a ginerally lively gait. Gosh! You'd ort +to see the bull clear that bar'l. Say, flyin'-fish would have to take +lessons from him. Waal, havin' lightened ship by losin' some o' my cargo +I reckoned I'd make better speed; but I didn't seem to gain werry much +onto the bull. He follered me right slap inter town, an' then there war +a sort o' grand general mixification, sich as never war seed afore or +sence. + +"Fust place, everybody begin fur to yell. One sez murder, an' another +sez fire. Wimmen screeched an' boys hollered, an' the bull he bellered +louder'n any on 'em. Jehosaphat Book, the cullud dominie, he run out an' +tried to jump inter the waggin. Jes at that minute the bar'l o' flour +give a bounce up in the air. The head o' the bar'l fell out, an' the +bar'l, flour, an' all came down over Jehosaphat's head. Afore he could +git it off the bull war there, an' he jes picked up Jehos an' his bar'l +an' fired 'em right through the winder o' the school-haouse. Jehos +landed in the middle o' the floor, an' comin' out o' the bar'l he war +all white. The chillen set up a yell, 'Ghost! ghost!' an' afore the +teacher knowed wot'd happened school war out. Jehos picked hisself up, +an' saw hisself in the lookin'-glass. Then he let out a squeal an' +started fur the street. He thort he'd turned white. + +"But that warn't the wust of 't. That there bar'l o' apples a-rollin' +down-hill had fetched up ag'in the feet o' Blind Billy Bunker's team o' +mules, an' they'd started off on a dead run with bar'l hoops a flappin' +round their legs. They came into town a quarter o' a mile astarn o' me, +and jes in time to meet Jehos w'en he come out in the street all white. +He scared them mules so bad that they stopped right in their tracks, an' +Billy Bunker war shot off the seat o' his waggin an' out into the road +on his head. He got up an' made a grab fur the fust thing that he could +feel, an' it were Jehos. Billy war so mad that he punched Jehos's head +an' Jehos punched back, an' there was the cullud minister, all white, +a-fightin' in the middle o' the street with a blind man. An' the sheriff +he came along an' arrested 'em both, an' Jedge Sooter fined Jehos five +dollars fur disturbin' o' the peace, w'en he'd ort to have fined the +bull. + +"But that warn't the wust of 't. All this time me an' the bull was still +a-goin'. Somebody'd hollered fire, an' somebody else'd run off to the +fire-engine house, an' told 'em that they'd got to come quick or the +whole bloomin' town'd go. Jes then the red waggin hit a stone in the +middle o' the street, an' she pitched so hard she hove her tailboard +right up into the air an' overboard. That tailboard were jes as red as +anythin', an' w'en the bull seed it soarin' in the air like a ole-time +round shell with a navy time-fuse, he jes got clean crazy. He ketched it +onto his horns, an' lowerin' his head scraped up about two tons o' dust, +an' hove dust an' all right through the big front winder o' Jeremiah +Boggs's book an' newspaper store. The firemen seein' all the dust, +thought it war smoke, an' they comes up with their engine an' lets drive +a stream o' water a foot thick right through the hole in the winder, an' +completely sp'iled the whole shop. + +"But that warn't the wust of 't. Jeremiah's brindle bull-dog were asleep +under the counter, an' that there stream o' water hit him ca-plum in the +middle o' the back. He let out one yell, an' out o' the shop he went an' +down the street all drippin' wet an' squealin' like a pig. Everybody wot +seed him hollered 'Mad dog! mad dog!' An' then ole Willum Henry Peet, +the constable, he got clean rattled, an' pulled out his rewolwer an' +beginned to shoot all over the country. As me an' the bull was still +a-goin' I didn't see that, but I could hear it. Waal, Willum Henry's +shootin' started up some other folks, an' putty soon there war a whole +rigimint o' people out in the street a-shootin', an' not hittin' +anythin' 'ceptin' winders, w'ich the same they busted forty-seven. The +firemen findin' they'd made a mistake, an' there warn't no fire, said as +how Jeremiah'd sent out a false alarm, an' they started to lick him. +Some o' his friends come to help him, an' in five minutes there war a +reg'lar riot right out in front o' his store. + +"All this time me an' the bull war still a-goin'. I didn't seem to gain +much onto him, so I set the royals an' the stu'ns'ls onto the colt, +although it were werry stormy weather, an' I made up my mind that if +somethin' didn't carry away I'd be able to hold him right where he war. +I had to keep goin' right straight ahead. 'Cos w'y: if I'd 'a' put the +helm hard over fur to turn a corner, I'd 'a' rolled the deck-house +right off'n my red hooker. Waal, a leetle furder up the street we comes +to Peanut Brewer, with his black horse a-standin' dead still. He'd +balked, an' Peanut war sittin' on top o' a load o' hay a-sayin' bad +words at him. Mrs. Mehitabel Saggs's little boy come out with a big +fire-cracker to set off under the hoss an' make him start. At that werry +minute Pete Maguff's bar'l o' maple syrup on my waggin' give a jounce, +and went by the board over the port rail. That there bar'l rolled right +under Peanut's hoss jes as the fire-cracker busted. It sot fire to the +bar'l, an' she blazed right up. 'Now,' sez Peanut, 'my ole black hoss'll +start,' sez he. An' so he did. He started an' went jes fur enough to +pull the waggin' right over the fire, an' then he stopped. Waal, sir, +Peanut had to jump fur his life, fur that load o' hay blazed up in half +a second. The fire company war on the dead run fur home w'en they seed +the blaze, an' down they come at their finest gait, with Jeremiah Boggs +an' his gang astarn o' them, keepin' up a permiskious fire o' stones, +sticks, an' termatter cans an' sich things. Jes then Jeremiah's dog come +around the corner with forty boys a-chasin' him an' yellin' 'Mad dog.' +He run right under Peanut Brewer's black hoss, an' that started him. +Yaas, sir, he got right up onto his hind legs, an' away he went down the +street licketty-split, pullin' a load o' hay on fire. By that time +everybody in town were putty nigh crazy, an' the President o' the +village had telegraphed fur the militia to come." + +[Illustration: "ALL THE TIME THE BULL WERE ATTENDIN' STRICTLY TO +BIZNESS."] + +"All the time the bull were attendin' strickly to bizness. The colt war +all covered with foam, an' I made up my mind that afore long he war +a-goin' fur to give out, an' me an' the bull would have to settle the +question atween ourselves, in w'ich case the bettin' would all 'a' bin +in favor o' the bull. So I kinder considers a little, an' all on a +suddint I recommembered them heggs. I yanked the top off'n the box, an' +diskivered that most o' the heggs was scrambled--raw--but still +scrambled. Howsumever, there was a few that wasn't. So I took one o' +them an' hove it at the bull. It hit him smack on the middle o' the +forehead. Waal, if he'd been mad afore, he war crazy now. He let out a +roar that made my bones rattle, an' he opened out his last link o' +speed. Now he commenced fur to gain on me, hand over fist; so I made up +my mind to do somethin' desprit. I put the helm hard a-starboard, an' +steered the colt into a narrer channel wot led right down to the bay. +The bull he tried to cut short goin' round the corner, an' he run into +the lamp-post, w'ich the same he knocked clean down into Parker's +basement, where Johannes Pfeiffenschneider, the cobbler, works, an' +scared Johannes so that he sp'iled Miss Beasley's Sunday shoes, an' lost +putty nigh all his trade. + +"Down at the foot o' the street war Mark Rogers's oyster sloop _Betsey +Jane_, lyin' alongside o' the wharf. On the wharf war about ten million +oyster shells, all piled up. 'Now,' sez I to myself, sez I, 'here's +where I've got to stop the bull.' I steered the colt right straight at +that reef o' shells, trustin' to our speed an' our shaller draft to +carry us right over. There war a smash, crash, biff! an' over we went. +Then I jumped up, grabbed the box o' scrambled heggs, an' hove 'em +straight in the bull's face. Waal, gol bust me if that there bull didn't +look like the gran'father o' all omlets. He was clean blinded fur a +minute, an' he kicked out with all four legs in the middle o' the reef, +till the air war white with flying oyster shells. He kicked so many of +'em into the bay that Mark had to dredge out a new channel. Then he got +his eyes clear a minute an' he seed me a-laffin'. He jes made one jump, +an' he got under the waggin' with his head. The next thing I knowed I +war in the bay. That there bull jes picked up waggin', colt, an' me, an' +he hove us straight off the dock an' into the bay." + +"And what happened after that?" I asked. + +"Waal, we had to swim out, o' course. It killed the colt, that cold bath +arter bein' so heated, an' the waggin' was busted into kindlin' wood. +An' the bull? Oh, yaas, the bull. Waal, he was puffickly satisfied, an' +he went up along the side o' the road an' eat grass jes as if he'd never +did nothin' else in all his life. Now, my son, you know w'y I don't git +a new hoss an' waggin. I bin there, an' w'en I bin to a place wot's not +to my likin' I knows enough not to go back. Git ep!" + + + + +SNOW-SHOES AND SLEDGES. + +BY KIRK MUNROE. + + +CHAPTER XXXIII. + +LOST IN A MOUNTAIN BLIZZARD. + +Tired as were the occupants of that lonely camp after a day of +exhausting climbing through the timber, their slumbers were broken and +restless. The uncertainties of the morrow, the peculiar nature of the +road they had yet to travel, and the excitement consequent upon nearing +the end of their journey, which none of them believed to be over fifty +miles away, all combined to render them wakeful and uneasy. So they were +up by the first sign of daylight, and off before sunrise. + +As there were now but three dogs to a sledge, the load of the one driven +by Serge was divided between it and the one that brought up the rear in +charge of Jalap Coombs. A few sticks of dry wood were also placed on +each sledge, so that in crossing the upper ice-fields they might at +least be able to melt snow for drinking purposes. + +"Now for it!" cried Phil, cheerfully, as they emerged from the scanty +timber, and shivered in the chill blast that swept down from the +towering peaks above them. Between two of these was a saddlelike +depression that they took to be the pass, and to it the young leader +determined to guide his little party. + +"Up you go, Musky!" he shouted. "Pull, Luvtuk, my pigeon! Amook, you old +rascal, show what you are good for! A little more work, a little more +hunger, and then rest, with plenty to eat. So stir yourselves and +climb!" + +With this the long whip-lash whistled through the frosty air, and +cracked with a resounding report that would have done credit to the most +expert of Eskimo drivers, for our Phil was no longer a novice in its +use, and with a yelp the dogs sprang forward. + +Up, up, up they climbed, until, as Phil remarked, it didn't seem as +though the top of the world could be very far away. The sun rose, and +flooded the snow-fields with such dazzling radiance that but for their +protecting goggles our travellers must have been completely blinded by +the glare. The deep gulch whose windings they followed held in +summer-time a roaring torrent, but now it was filled with solidly packed +snow from twenty-five to one hundred feet deep. + +As they advanced the gulch grew more and more shallow, until at length +it was merged in a broad uniform slope so steep and slippery that they +were obliged to cut footholds in the snow, and at frequent intervals +carve out little benches two feet wide. From one of these to another +they dragged the sledges, one at a time, with rawhide ropes. Even the +dogs had to be assisted up the glassy incline, on which they could gain +no hold. So arduous was this labor that three hours were spent in +overcoming the last five hundred feet of the ascent. Thus it was long +past noon when, breathless and exhausted, the party reached the summit, +or rather a slope so gentle that the dogs could once more drag the +sledges. + +Here, at an elevation of nearly five thousand feet above the sea, they +paused for breath, for a bite of lunch, and for a last look over the way +they had come. From this elevation their view embraced a sweep of over +one hundred miles of mountain and plain, river and forest. It was so +far-reaching and boundless that it even seemed as if they could take in +the whole vast Yukon Valley, and locate points that common-sense told +them were a thousand miles beyond their range of vision. Grand as was +the prospect, they did not care to look at it long. Time was precious; +the air, in spite of its sunlight, was bitterly chill, and, after all, +the mighty wilderness now behind them held too many memories of +hardship, suffering, and danger to render it attractive. + +So, "Hurrah for the coast!" cried Phil. + +"Hurrah for Sitka!" echoed Serge. + +"Hooray for salt water! Now, bullies, up and at 'em!" roared Jalap +Coombs, expressing a sentiment, and an order to his sailor-bred dogs, in +a breath. + +In a few moments more the wonderful view had disappeared, and the +sledges were threading their way amid a chaos of gigantic bowlders and +snow-covered landslides from the peaks that rose on both sides. There +was no sharp descent from the summit, such as they had hoped to find, +but instead a lofty plateau piled thick with obstructions. About them no +green thing was to be seen, no sign of life; only snow, ice, and +precipitous cliffs of bare rock. The all-pervading and absolute silence +was awful. There was no trail that might be followed, for the hardiest +of natives dared not attempt that crossing in the winter. Even if they +had, their trail would have been obliterated almost as soon as made by +the fierce storms of these altitudes. So their only guide was that of +general direction, which they knew to be south, and to this course Phil +endeavored to hold. + +That night they made a chill camp in the lee of a great bowlder; that +is, in as much of a lee as could be had where the icy blast swept in +circles and eddies from all directions at once. They started a fire, but +its feeble flame was so blown hither and thither that by the time a +kettle of snow was melted, and the ice was thawed from their stew, their +supply of wood was so depleted that they dared not use more. So they ate +their scanty supper without tea, fed the dogs on frozen porridge, and +huddling together for warmth during the long hours of bleak darkness +were thankful enough to welcome the gray dawn that brought them to an +end. + +For three days more they toiled over the terrible plateau, driven to +long detours by insurmountable obstacles, buffeted and lashed by fierce +snow-squalls and ice-laden gales, but ever pushing onward with unabated +courage, expecting with each hour to find themselves descending into the +valley of the Chilcat River. Two of the dogs driven by Serge broke down +so completely that they were mercifully shot. The third dog was added to +Jalap Coombs's team, and the load was divided between the remaining +sledges, while the now useless one was used as firewood. After that Phil +plodded on in advance, and Serge drove the leading team. + +The fourth day of this terrible work was one of leaden clouds and bitter +winds. The members of the little party were growing desperate with cold, +exhaustion, and hunger. Their wanderings had not brought them to a +timber-line, and as poor Phil faced the blast with bowed head and +chattering teeth it seemed to him that to be once more thoroughly warm +would be the perfection of human happiness. + +It was already growing dusk, and he was anxiously casting about for the +sorry shelter of some bowlder behind which they might shiver away the +hours of darkness, when he came to the verge of a steep declivity. His +heart leaped as he glanced down its precipitous face; for, far below, he +saw a dark mass that he knew must be timber. They could not descend at +that point; but he thought he saw one that appeared more favorable a +little further on, and hastened in that direction. He was already some +distance ahead of the slow-moving sledges, and meant to wait for them as +soon as he discovered a place from which the descent could be made. + +Suddenly a whirling, blinding cloud of snow swept down on him with such +fury that to face it and breathe was impossible. Thinking it but a +squall, he turned his back and stood motionless, waiting for it to pass +over. Instead of so doing, it momentarily increased in violence and +density. A sudden darkness came with the storm, and as he anxiously +started back to meet the sledges he could not see one rod before him. He +began to shout, and in a few minutes had the satisfaction of hearing an +answering cry. Directly afterwards Serge loomed through the driving +cloud, urging on his reluctant dogs with voice and whip. The moment they +were allowed to stop, Husky, Luvtuk, and big Amook lay down as though +completely exhausted. + +"We can't go a step further, Phil! We must make camp at once," panted +Serge. "This storm is a regular _poorga_, and will probably last all +night." + +"But where can we camp?" asked Phil, in dismay. "There is timber down +below, but it looks miles away, and we can't get to it now." + +"No," replied Serge; "we must stay where we are and burrow a hole in +this drift big enough to hold us. We've got to do it in a hurry too." + +So saying, Serge drew his knife, for the outside of the drift close to +which they were halted was so hard packed as to render cutting +necessary, and outlined a low opening. From this he removed an unbroken +slab, and then began to dig furiously in the soft snow beyond. + +In the meantime Phil was wondering why Jalap Coombs did not appear; for +he had supposed him to be close behind Serge; but now his repeated +shoutings gained no reply. + +"He was not more than one hundred feet behind me when the storm began," +said Serge, whose anxiety caused him to pause in his labor, though it +was for the preservation of their lives. + +"He must be in some trouble," said Phil, "and I am going back to find +him." + +"You can't go alone!" cried Serge. "If you are to get lost, I must go +with you." + +"No. One of us must stay here with Nel-te, and it is my duty to go; but +do you shout every few seconds, and I promise not to go beyond sound of +your voice." + +Thus saying, Phil started back, and was instantly swallowed in the +vortex of the blizzard. Faithfully did Serge shout, and faithfully did +Phil answer, for nearly fifteen minutes. Then the latter came staggering +back, with horror-stricken face and voice. + +"I can't find him, Serge! Oh, I can't find him!" he cried. "I am afraid +he has gone over the precipice. If he has, it is my fault, and I shall +never forgive myself, for I had no business to go so far ahead and let +the party get scattered." + +Serge answered not a word, but fell with desperate energy to the +excavating of his snow-house. His heart was nigh breaking with the +sorrow that had overtaken them, but he was determined that no other +lives should be lost if his efforts could save them. The excavation was +soon so large that Phil could work with him, but with all their furious +digging they secured a shelter from the pitiless _poorga_ none too soon. +The sledge was already buried from sight, and poor little Nel-te was +wellnigh smothered ere they lifted him from it and pulled him into the +burrow. + + +CHAPTER XXXIV. + +COASTING FIVE MILES IN FIVE MINUTES. + +In spite of their faintness and weakness from hunger and exhaustion, +Phil and Serge were so stimulated by the emergency that within half an +hour they had dug a cavity in the great drift sufficiently large to hold +the three dogs as well as themselves. The excavation was driven straight +for a few feet, and then turned to one side, where it was so enlarged +that they could either lie down or sit up. Into this diminutive chamber +they dragged their robes and sleeping-bags. The shivering dogs crept in +and curled up at their feet. The sledge was left outside, and the +opening was closed as well as might be by the slab of compacted snow +that had been cut from it. Poor little Nel-te, who was numbed and +whimpering with cold and hunger, was rubbed into a glow, comforted and +petted, until at length he fell asleep, nestled between the lads, and +then they found time to talk over their situation. For a while they had +no thought save for the dear friend and trusty comrade, who, alive or +dead, was still out in that terrible storm, and, as they believed, lost +to them forever. + +"I don't suppose there is the faintest hope of ever seeing him again," +said Phil. "If he went over the precipice he must have been killed, and +is buried deep in the snow by this time. Even if he did not, and is +still wandering somewhere in this vicinity, he must perish before +morning. Oh, Serge, can't we do anything for him? It makes me feel like +a cowardly traitor to be sitting here in comfort while the dear old chap +may be close at hand, and perishing for want of our help. And it is my +fault, too! The fault of my inexcusable carelessness. It seems, old man, +as if I should go crazy with thinking of it." + +"But you mustn't think of it in that way, Phil," answered Serge, +soothingly. "As leader of the party it was your duty to go ahead and +pick out the road, while it was ours to keep you in sight. If either of +us is to blame for what has happened, I am the one. I should have looked +back oftener and made sure that he was still close behind me. Now there +is nothing we can do except wait for daylight and the end of the storm. +We have our parents, this child, and ourselves to think of first. Nor +could we accomplish anything even if we tried. The storm has doubled in +fury since we halted. A foot of snow must already have fallen, and to +venture a single rod outside of this place would serve to lose us as +certainly as though we went a mile. We mustn't give up all hope, though. +Mr. Coombs is very strong, and well used to exposure. Of course, if he +has gone over the precipice there is little chance that we shall ever +see him again; but if he escaped it, and has made a burrow for himself +like this one, he will pull through all right, and I feel sure we shall +find him in the morning." + +"Why haven't we dug places like this before?" asked Phil. "It is +actually getting warm and comfortable in here. We might have had just +such a warm cave every night that we have been in the mountains and +spent so miserably." + +"Of course we might," agreed Serge, "and we would have had, but for my +stupidity in not thinking of it sooner. While I never took refuge in one +before, I have often heard of them, and ought to have remembered. I +didn't, though, until this storm struck us, and I knew that without +shelter we must certainly perish." + +"If you hadn't thought of a snow-burrow," said Phil, "it is certain I +never should. It is snug, though, and if only poor Jalap were with us, +and we had food and a light of some kind, I wouldn't ask for a better +shelter. I can understand now how an Eskimo stone lamp, with seal oil +for fuel, and a wick of moss, can give out all the heat that is needed +in one of their snow huts, and I only wish we had brought one with us." + +After this the boys grew drowsy, their conversation slackened, and soon +all their troubles were forgotten in sleep. Outside through the long +hours the gale roared and shrieked with impotent rage at their escape +from its clutches. It hurled its snow legions against their place of +refuge until it was deep buried, and then in a frenzy tore away and +scattered the drifted accumulation, until it could once more beat +directly upon their slender wall of defence. But its wiles and its +furious attacks were alike in vain, and at length its fierce ravings +sank into whispers. The _poorga_ spent its force with the darkness, and +at daylight had swept on to inland fields, leaving only an added burden +of millions of tons of snow to mark its passage across the mountains. + +When the boys awoke a soft white light was filtering through one side of +their spotless chamber, and they knew that day had come. They expected +to dig their way to the outer air through a great mass of snow, and were +agreeably surprised to find only a small drift against the doorway. As +they emerged from it they were for a few minutes blinded by the +marvellous brilliancy of their sunlit surroundings. Gradually becoming +accustomed to the intense light, they gazed eagerly about for some sign +of their missing comrade, but there was none. They followed back for a +mile over the way they had come the evening before, shouting and firing +their guns, but without avail. + +No answering shout came back to their straining ears, and there was +nothing to indicate the tale of the lost man. Sadly and soberly the lads +retraced their steps, and prepared to resume their journey. To remain +longer in that place meant starvation and death. To save themselves they +must push on. + +They shuddered at the precipice they had escaped, and over which they +feared their comrade had plunged. At its foot lay a valley, which, +though it trended westward, and so away from their course, Phil +determined to follow; for, far below their lofty perch, and still miles +away from where they stood, it held the dark mass he had seen the night +before, and knew to be timber. Besides, his sole desire at that moment +was to escape from those awful heights and reach the coast at some +point; he hardly cared whether it were inhabited or not. + +So the sledge was dug from its bed of snow and reloaded: the dogs were +harnessed. Poor little Nel-te, crying with hunger, was slipped into his +fur travelling-bag, and a start was made to search for some point of +descent. At length they found a place where the slope reached to the +very top of the cliff, but so sharply that it was like the roof of a +house several miles in length. + +"I hate the looks of it," said Phil, "but as there doesn't seem to be +any other way, I suppose we've got to try it. I should say that for at +least three miles it was as steep as the steepest part of a toboggan +slide, though, and I'm pretty certain we sha'n't care to try it more +than once." + +"I guess we can do it all right," replied Serge, "but there's only one +way, and that is to sit on a snow-shoe and slide. We couldn't keep on +our feet a single second." + +They lifted Nel-te, fur bag and all, from the sledge, tightened the +lashings of its load, which included the guns and extra snow-shoes, and +started it over the verge. It flashed down the declivity like a rocket, +and the last they saw of it it was rolling over and over. + +"Looks cheerful, doesn't it?" said Phil, firmly. "Now I'll go; then do +you start the dogs down, and come yourself as quick as you please." + +[Illustration: FOR A MOMENT THE SENSATION WAS SICKENING.] + +Thus saying, the plucky lad seated himself on a snow-shoe, took Nel-te, +still in the fur bag, in his lap, and launched himself over the edge of +the cliff. For a moment the sensation, which was that of falling from a +great height, was sickening, and a thick mist seemed to obscure his +vision. + +Then it cleared away, and was followed by a feeling of the wildest +exhilaration as he heard the whistling backward rush of air, and +realized the tremendous speed at which he was whizzing through space. +Ere it seemed possible that he could have gone half-way to the +timber-line trees began to fly past him, and he knew that the worst was +over. In another minute he was floundering in a drift of soft snow, into +which he had plunged up to his neck, and the perilous feat was +successfully accomplished. + +Poor Serge arrived at the same point shortly afterwards, head first, and +dove out of sight in the drift; but fortunately Phil was in a position +to extricate him before he smothered. The dogs appeared a moment later, +with somewhat less velocity, but badly demoralized, and evidently +feeling that they had been sadly ill-treated by their driver. So the +sledge party had safely descended in five minutes a distance equal to +that which they had spent half a day and infinite toil in ascending on +the other side of the mountains. + +When Nel-te was released from the fur bag and set on his feet he was as +calm and self-possessed as though nothing out of the usual had happened, +and immediately demanded something to eat. + +After a long search they discovered the sledge, with only one rail +broken and its load intact. + +"Now for a fire and breakfast!" cried Phil, heading towards the timber, +as soon as the original order of things was restored. "After that we +will make one more effort to find some trace of poor Jalap, though I +don't believe there is the slightest chance of success." + +They entered the forest of wide-spreading but stunted evergreens, and +Phil, axe in hand, was vigorously attacking a dead spruce, when an +exclamation from his companion caused him to pause in his labor and look +around. "What can that be?" asked Serge, pointing to a thick hemlock +that stood but a few yards from them. The lower end of its drooping +branches were deep buried in snow, but such part as was still visible +was in a strange state of agitation. + +"It must be a bear," replied Phil, dropping his axe and springing to the +sledge for his rifle. "His winter den is there, and we have disturbed +him. Get out your gun--quick! We can't afford to lose him. Meat's too +scarce in camp just now." Even as he spoke, and before the guns could be +taken from their moose-skin cases, the motion of the branches increased, +then came a violent upheaval of the snow that weighted them down, and +the boys caught a glimpse of some huge shaggy animal issuing from the +powdered whiteness. + +"Hurry!" cried Phil. "No, look out! We're too late! What? Great Scott! +It can't be. Yes, it is! Hurrah! Glory, hallelujah! I knew he'd pull +through all right, and I believe I'm the very happiest fellow in all the +world at this minute." + +"Mebbe you be, son," remarked Jalap Coombs, "and then again mebbe +there's others as is equally joyful. As my old friend Kite Roberson +useter say, 'A receiver's as good as a thief,' and I sartainly received +a heap of pleasure through hearing you holler jest now." + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +STORIES OF AMERICAN LITERATURE. + +BY HENRIETTA CHRISTIAN WRIGHT. + +JAMES FENIMORE COOPER. + + +[Illustration: HE DISTINGUISHED THE CALL OF ANIMALS.] + +Late in the eighteenth century the village of Cooperstown lay almost in +the midst of the primeval forest, which extended for miles around. Here +the future novelist James Fenimore Cooper had been brought while yet an +infant by his father, who had built the family mansion, Otsego Hall, in +this secluded spot, far from the highways of travel, designing to make +it the centre of a settlement of some note, if possible. Here, as the +boy grew older, he learned wood-lore as the young Indians learned it, +face to face with the divinity of the forest. He knew the language of +the wild animals, and could distinguish their calls far across the +gloomy spaces of the wood; he could follow the deer and bear to their +retreats in dim secluded recesses; he could trace the path of the +retreating wolf by the broken cobwebs glistening in the early sunlight; +and the cry of the panther to its mate high overhead in the interlacing +boughs of the pines and hemlocks was of a speech as familiar as his own +tongue. When he was thirsty he made a hunter's cup of glossy leaves and +drank in true Indian fashion; when fatigued, he could lie down and rest +with that feeling of security that only comes to the forest-bred; when +thoughtful, he could learn from the lap of the waves against the shore, +the murmur of leaves, and the rustle of wings those lessons which Nature +teaches in her quiet moods. + +These experiences and impressions sank into Cooper's heart, and were +relived again long after in the pages of his romances with such +vividness that they are plainly seen to be real memories. + +Leaving his home while still a young boy, Cooper went to Albany to study +under a private tutor, and in 1803 entered Yale College, which, owing to +some trouble with the authorities, he left in the third year of his +course. It was now decided that he should enter the navy, and he left +New York in the autumn of 1806, being then in his fifteenth year, on a +vessel of the merchant marine. There was then no Naval Academy in +America, and a boy could only fit himself for entering the navy before +the mast; his ship, the _Sterling_, visiting Portugal and Spain, +carrying cargoes from port to port, and taking life in a leisurely +manner that belonged to the merchant sailing-vessels of that day. It was +a time of interest to all seamen, and Cooper's mind was keenly alive to +the new life around him. The English were expecting a French invasion, +and the channel was full of ships of war, while every port on the +southern coast was arming for defence. The Mediterranean was yet subject +to incursions of the Barbary pirates, who would descend under cover of +night upon any unprotected merchant-vessel, steal the cargo, scuttle the +ship, and carry away the crew to be sold as slaves to the Tripolitan and +Algerian husbandmen, whose orchards of dates were cultivated by many a +white person from across the Atlantic, held there in cruel slavery. + +The waters of the Mediterranean were full of merchant-men of all +nations. Here, side by side, could be seen the Italian, French, and +English sailor, while the flags of Russia, Turkey, Egypt, and Greece +dotted the farther horizon. + +[Illustration: HIS PLACE WAS ON THE DECK AMONG THE SAILORS.] + +Cooper passed through all these stirring scenes, known to those around +him only as a boy before the mast, but in reality the clever student and +observer of men and events. His work was hard and dangerous; he was +never admitted to the cabin, though an equal, socially, to the officers +of the ship; in storm or wind or other danger his place was on the deck +among the rough sailors, who were his only companions during the voyage. +But this training developed the good material that was in him, and when, +in 1808, he received his commission as midshipman, he entered the +service better equipped for his duties perhaps than many a graduate of +Annapolis to-day. + +Cooper remained in the navy three years and a half, seeing no active +service. He finally resigned his commission, and passed several +succeeding years of his life partly in Westchester County, New York, and +partly in Cooperstown, and having no ambition beyond living the quiet +life of a country gentleman. + +It was not until 1820, when he was in his thirty-first year, that he +produced his first book or novel of English life, which showed no +talent, and which even his most ardent admirers in after-years could not +read through. It was not until the next year, 1821, that a novel +appeared from the hand of Cooper which foreshadowed the greatness of his +fame, and struck a new note in American literature. American society was +at that time alive with the stirring memories of the Revolution. Men and +women were still active who could recall the victories of Bunker Hill +and Trenton, and who had shared in the disasters of Monmouth and Long +Island. It is natural that in choosing a subject for fiction he should +turn to the recent struggle for his inspiration, and American literature +owes a large debt to him who thus threw into literary form the spirit of +those thrilling times. + +His first important novel, _The Spy_, was founded upon a story which +Cooper had heard many years before, and which had made a profound +impression upon him. It was the story of a veritable spy, who had been +in the service of one of the Revolutionary leaders, and whose daring and +heroic adventures were related to Cooper by the man who had employed +him. + +Cooper took this old spy for his hero, kept the scene in Westchester, +where the man had really performed his wonderful feats, and from these +facts wove the most thrilling and vital piece of fiction that had +appeared in America. + +The novel appeared in December, 1821, and in a few months it was +apparent that a new star had risen in the literary skies. The book made +Cooper famous both in America and Europe. It was published in England by +the same publisher who had brought out Irving's _Sketch-Book_, and it +met with a success that spoke highly for its merit, since the story was +one telling of English defeat and American triumph. It was put into +French by the translator of the Waverley novels, and before long +versions appeared in every tongue in Europe. It was regarded not merely +as a tale of adventure in a new department of story-telling, but it was +generally conceded to be a fine piece of fiction in itself, and its +hero, Harvey Birch, won, and has kept for himself, a place hardly second +to any creation of literature. + +Cooper had now found his sphere, and his best work henceforth was that +in which he delineated the features of American history during the +struggle for independence. His greatest contributions to literature are +found in the short series of novels called "The Leatherstocking Tales," +and in his novels of the sea. "The Leatherstocking Tales" consist of +five stories, in which the same hero figures from first to last. The +series began with the publication of Cooper's second novel, _The +Pioneers_, but the story of the hero really begins in the fascinating +pages of _The Deerslayer_, where he is represented in the first stage of +his career. + +The series grew much as Tennyson's _Idylls of the King_ grew, the same +man being introduced in different parts of his career, though each +separate book did not follow in exact order from the author's hand. The +success of _The Pioneers_ was remarkable. Thirty-five hundred copies +were sold before noon on the day of publication, and although, perhaps, +the least powerful of the "Tales," it was read with the same interest +that had been given to _The Spy_. + +In the new novel Leatherstocking was first introduced as the philosopher +of nature, ignorant of books, but wise in the lore that is taught by the +voices of Nature. It is a story of the primitive life of the +frontiersmen of that day, and their occupations, interests, and +ambitions form the background to the picture of the hero, +Leatherstocking, who embodies the author's idea of chivalrous manhood, +and whose creation is one of the noblest achievements of fiction. + +The scene of _The Pioneers_ was laid in the vicinity of Cooper's boyhood +home, and all the exquisite pictures wrought into the setting are vivid +and lifelike illustrations of the little frontier village, where man +received his sustenance first hand from Nature, and where all his +surroundings partook almost of the simplicity of the first ages of the +world. It was an appropriate theatre for the actions of that rustic +philosopher Leatherstocking, and there is a vein of tender reminiscence +through the book that must always give it a charm apart from the rest, +though in itself it is the least perfect story of the series. + +The story of Leatherstocking begins in _The Deerslayer_, though it was +not written until twenty years after the publication of _The Pioneers_. +The scene was laid on Otsego Lake, and the character of Leatherstocking +was drawn as that of a young scout just entering upon manhood. The next +year, 1841, came _The Pathfinder_, having for its background the shores +of Lake Ontario, with which Cooper had become familiar during the winter +there in the service of the navy. + +In these two books Cooper reached the highest point of his art. +Leatherstocking appears in _The Deerslayer_ as a young man full of the +promise of a noble manhood. And this ideal character is developed +through a succession of stirring adventures, the like of which are to be +found only in the pages of Scott. Side by side with Leatherstocking +stand those pictures of Indian character, which became so famous that +the Indian of that day has passed into history as represented by Cooper. + +_The Pathfinder_ carries Leatherstocking through some of the most +exciting episodes of his adventurous career, and belongs to the same +part of his life as _The Last of the Mohicans_, published sixteen years +before, the scene of which is laid near Lake Champlain. _The Last of the +Mohicans_ takes rank with _The Deerslayer_ and _The Pathfinder_ in +representing Cooper at his best. In these three novels we see +Leatherstocking as a man in the prime of life battling with the stirring +events that were making the history of the country. All the story of the +war of the white man with nature, with circumstances, and with his red +brother in civilizing the frontier, is told in these books. It is the +romance of real history, and Leatherstocking had his prototype in many a +brave frontiersman whose deeds were unrecorded, and whose name was never +known beyond his own little circle of friends. + +In _The Pioneers_ Leatherstocking has become an old man who has sought a +home in the forest to avoid the noise and strife of civilized life, and +he closes his career in _The Prairie_, a novel of the plains of the +great West, whither the old man has gone to spend his last days. It is +the story of a lonely life of the prairie-hunter of those days, whose +love for solitude has led him far from even the borders of the frontier, +and whose dignified death is a fitting ending to his noble and +courageous life. It is supposed that this end to Leatherstocking's +career was suggested to Cooper by the ever-famous Daniel Boone, and some +of the incidents of the story read like real life. One of Cooper's most +famous descriptions--that of the prairie on fire--occurs in this book--a +scene excelled only by the description of the panther-fight in _The +Pioneers_, or the combat between Deerslayer and his foe. + +Cooper began his series of sea novels by the publication of _The Pilot_ +in 1824, and stands as the creator of this department of fiction. He was +the first novelist to bring into fiction the ordinary, every-day life of +the sailor afloat, whether employed on a merchant vessel or fighting +hand to hand in a naval encounter. Scott's novel, _The Pirate_, had been +criticised by Cooper as the evident work of a man who had never been at +sea, and to prove how much better an effect could be produced by one +familiar with ocean life he began his story, _The Pilot_. + +[Illustration: COOPER READING TO AN OLD SHIPMATE.] + +The period of the story is the American Revolution, and the hero was +that famous adventurer John Paul Jones, introduced under another name. +It was such a new thing to put into fiction the technicalities of ship +life, to describe the details of an evolution in a naval battle, and to +throw in as background the vast and varying panorama of sea and sky, +that Cooper, familiar as he was with ocean life, felt some doubt of his +success. In order to test his powers, he read one day to an old shipmate +that famous account of the passage of the ship through the narrow +channel in one of the thrilling chapters of the yet unfinished work. The +effect was all that Cooper could desire. The old sailor got into such a +fury of excitement that he could not keep his seat, but paced up and +down the room while Cooper was reading; in his excitement he was for a +moment living over again a stormy scene from his own life; and the +novelist laid down the manuscript, well pleased with the result of his +experiment. _The Pilot_ met with an instant success both in America and +Europe. As it was his first, so it is perhaps his best sea story. In it +he put all the freshness of reminiscence, all the haunting memories of +ocean life that had followed him since his boyhood days. It was +biographical in the same sense as _The Pioneers_, a part of the romance +of childhood drafted into the reality of after-life. + +_Red Rover_, the next sea story, came out in 1828. Other novelists had +begun to write tales of the sea, but they were mere imitations of _The +Pilot_. In the _Red Rover_ the genuine adventures of the sailor class +were again embodied in the thrilling narrative that Cooper alone knew +how to write, and from its first appearance it has always been one of +the most popular of the author's works. In these pages occurs that +dramatic description of the last sea fight of Red Rover, one of Cooper's +finest achievements. + +Cooper's popularity abroad was equalled only by that of Scott. His works +as soon as published were translated into almost every tongue of Europe, +and were sold in Turkey, Prussia, Egypt, and Jerusalem in the language +of those countries. It was said by a traveller that the middle classes +of Europe had gathered all their knowledge of American history from +Cooper's works, and that they had never understood the character of +American independence until revealed by this novelist. + + + + +PRIZE-STORY COMPETITION. + +FIRST-PRIZE STORY. + +Betty's Ride: A Tale of the Revolution.--By Henry S. Canby. + + +The sun was just rising and showering his first rays on the gambrel-roof +and solid stone walls of a house surrounded by a magnificent grove of +walnuts, and overlooking one of the beautiful valleys so common in +southeastern Pennsylvania. Close by the house, and shaded by the same +great trees, stood a low building of the most severe type, whose +time-stained bricks and timbers green with moss told its age without the +aid of the half-obliterated inscription over the door, which read, +"Built A. D. 1720." One familiar with the country would have pronounced +it without hesitation a Quaker meeting-house, dating back almost to the +time of William Penn. + +When Ezra Dale had become the leader of the little band of Quakers which +gathered here every First Day, he had built the house under the +walnut-trees, and had taken his wife Ann and his little daughter Betty +to live there. That was in 1770, seven years earlier, and before war had +wrought sorrow and desolation throughout the country. + +The sun rose higher, and just as his beams touched the broad stone step +in front of the house the door opened, and Ann Dale, a sweet-faced woman +in the plain Quaker garb, came out, followed by Betty, a little +blue-eyed Quakeress of twelve years, with a gleam of spirit in her face +which ill became her plain dress. + +"Betty," said her mother, as they walked out towards the great +horse-block by the road-side, "thee must keep house to-day. Friend +Robert has just sent thy father word that the redcoats have not crossed +the Brandywine since Third Day last, and thy father and I will ride to +Chester to-day, that there may be other than corn-cakes and baron for +the friends who come to us after monthly meeting. Mind thee keeps near +the house and finishes thy sampler." + +"Yes, mother," said Betty; "but will thee not come home early? I shall +miss thee sadly." + +Just then Ezra appeared, wearing his collarless Quaker coat, and leading +a horse saddled with a great pillion, into which Ann laboriously climbed +after her husband, and with a final warning and "farewell" to Betty, +clasped him tightly around the waist lest she should be jolted off as +they jogged down the rough and winding lane into the broad Chester +highway. + +Friend Ann had many reasons for fearing to leave Betty alone for a whole +day, and she looked back anxiously at her waving "farewell" with her +little bonnet. + +It was a troublous time. + +The Revolution was at its height, and the British, who had a short time +before disembarked their army near Elkton, Maryland, were now encamped +near White Clay Creek, while Washington occupied the country bordering +on the Brandywine. His force, however, was small compared to the extent +of the country to be guarded, and bands of the British sometimes crossed +the Brandywine and foraged in the fertile counties of Delaware and +Chester. As Betty's father, although a Quaker and a non-combatant, was +known to be a patriot, he had to suffer the fortunes of war with his +neighbors. + +Thus it was with many forebodings that Betty's mother watched the slight +figure under the spreading branches of a great chestnut, which seemed to +rustle its innumerable leaves as if to promise protection to the little +maid. However, the sun shone brightly, the swallows chirped as they +circled overhead, and nothing seemed farther off than battle and +bloodshed. + +Betty skipped merrily into the house, and snatching up some broken +corn-cake left from the morning meal, ran lightly out to the paddock +where Daisy was kept, her own horse, which she had helped to raise from +a colt. + +"Come thee here, Daisy," she said, as she seated herself on the top rail +of the mossy snake fence. "Come thee here, and thee shall have some of +thy mistress's corn-cake. Ah! I thought thee would like it. Now go and +eat all thee can of this good grass, for if the wicked redcoats come +again, thee will not have another chance, I can tell thee." + +Daisy whinnied and trotted off, while Betty, feeding the few chickens +(sadly reduced in numbers by numerous raids), returned to the house, +and getting her sampler, sat down under a walnut-tree to sew on the +stint which her mother had given her. + +All was quiet save the chattering of the squirrels overhead and the +drowsy hum of the bees, when from around the curve in the road she heard +a shot; then another nearer, and then a voice shouting commands, and the +thud of hoof-beats farther down the valley. She jumped up with a +startled cry: "The redcoats! The redcoats! Oh, what shall I do!" + +Just then the foremost of a scattered band of soldiers, their buff and +blue uniforms and ill-assorted arms showing them to be Americans, +appeared in full flight around the curve in the road, and springing over +the fence, dashed across the pasture straight for the meeting-house. +Through the broad gateway they poured, and forcing open the door of the +meeting-house, rushed within and began to barricade the windows. + +Their leader paused while his men passed in, and seeing Betty, came +quickly towards her. + +"What do you here, child?" he said, hurriedly. "Go quickly, before the +British reach us, and tell your father that, Quaker or no Quaker, he +shall ride to Washington, on the Brandywine, and tell him that we, but +one hundred men, are besieged by three hundred British cavalry in +Chichester meeting-house, with but little powder left. Tell him to make +all haste to us." + +Turning, he hastened into the meeting-house, now converted into a fort, +and as the doors closed behind him Betty saw a black muzzle protruding +from every window. + +With trembling fingers the little maid picked up her sampler, and as the +thud of horses' hoofs grew louder and louder, she ran fearfully into the +house, locked and bolted the massive door, and then flying up the broad +stairs, she seated herself in a little window overlooking the +meeting-house yard. She had gone into the house none too soon. Up the +road, with their red coats gleaming and their harness jangling, was +sweeping a detachment of British cavalry, never stopping until they +reached the meeting-house--and then it was too late. + +A sheet of flame shot out from the wall before them, and half a dozen +troopers fell lifeless to the ground, and half a dozen riderless horses +galloped wildly down the road. The leader shouted a sharp command, and +the whole troop retreated in confusion. + +Betty drew back shuddering, and when she brought herself to look again +the troopers had dismounted, had surrounded the meeting-house, and were +pouring volley after volley at its doors and windows. Then for the first +time Betty thought of the officer's message, and remembered that the +safety of the Americans depended upon her alone, for her father was +away, no neighbor within reach, and without powder she knew they could +not resist long. + +Could she save them? All her stern Quaker blood rose at the thought, and +stealing softly to the paddock behind the barn, she saddled Daisy and +led her through the bars into the wood road, which opened into the +highway just around the bend. Could she but pass the pickets without +discovery there would be little danger of pursuit; then there would be +only the long ride of eight miles ahead of her. + +Just before the narrow wood road joined the broader highway Betty +mounted Daisy by means of a convenient stump, and starting off at a +gallop, had just turned the corner when a voice shouted "Halt!" and a +shot whistled past her head. Betty screamed with terror, and bending +over, brought down her riding-whip with all her strength upon Daisy, +then, turning for a moment, saw three troopers hurriedly mounting. + +Her heart sank within her, but, beginning to feel the excitement of the +chase, she leaned over and patting Daisy on the neck, encouraged her to +do her best. Onward they sped. Betty, her curly hair streaming in the +wind, the color now mounting to, now retreating from her cheeks, led by +five hundred yards. + +But Daisy had not been used for weeks, and already felt the unusual +strain. Now they thundered over Naaman's Creek, now over Concord, with +the nearest pursuer only four hundred yards behind; and now they raced +beside the clear waters of Beaver Brook, and as Betty dashed through its +shallow ford, the thud of horse's hoofs seemed just over her shoulder. + +Betty, at first sure of success, now knew that unless in some way she +could throw her pursuers off her track she was surely lost. Just then +she saw ahead of her a fork in the road, the lower branch leading to the +Brandywine, the upper to the Birmingham Meeting-house. Could she but get +the troopers on the upper road while she took the lower, she would be +safe; and, as if in answer to her wish, there flashed across her mind +the remembrance of the old cross-road which, long disused, and with its +entrance hidden by drooping boughs, led from a point in the upper road +just out of sight of the fork down across the lower, and through the +valley of the Brandywine. Could she gain this road unseen she still +might reach Washington. + +Urging Daisy forward, she broke just in time through the dense growth +which hid the entrance, and sat trembling, hidden behind a dense growth +of tangled vines, while she heard the troopers thunder by. Then, riding +through the rustling woods, she came at last into the open, and saw +spread out beneath her the beautiful valley of the Brandywine, dotted +with the white tents of the Continental army. + +Starting off at a gallop, she dashed around a bend in the road into the +midst of a group of officers riding slowly up from the valley. + +"Stop, little maiden, before you run us down," said one, who seemed to +be in command. "Where are you going in such hot haste?" + +"Oh, sir," said Betty, reining in Daisy, "can thee tell me where I can +find General Washington?" + +"Yes, little Quakeress," said the officer who had first spoken to her; +"I am he. What do you wish?" + +Betty, too exhausted to be surprised, poured forth her story in a few +broken sentences, and (hearing as if in a dream the hasty commands for +the rescue of the soldiers in Chichester Meeting-house) fell forward in +her saddle, and, for the first time in her life, fainted, worn out by +her noble ride. + +A few days later, when recovering from the shock of her long and +eventful ride, Betty, awaking from a deep sleep, found her mother +kneeling beside her little bed, while her father talked with General +Washington himself beside the fireplace; and it was the proudest and +happiest moment of her life when Washington, coming forward and taking +her by the hand, said, "You are the bravest little maid in America, and +an honor to your country." + +Still the peaceful meeting-house and the gambrel-roofed home stand +unchanged, save that their time-beaten timbers and crumbling bricks have +taken on a more sombre tinge, and under the broad walnut-tree another +little Betty sits and sews. + +If you ask it, she will take down the great key from its nail, and +swinging back the new doors of the meeting-house, will show you the +old worm-eaten ones inside, which, pierced through and through +with bullet-holes, once served as a rampart against the enemy. +And she will tell you, in the quaint Friend's language, how her +great-great-grandmother carried, over a hundred years ago, the news of +the danger of her countrymen to Washington, on the Brandywine, and at +the risk of her own life saved theirs. + + + + +KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS. + + +IV.--THE FINAL TRIAL. + +"Ten Knights, as before, were put by the stone to guard it until the new +trial," continued the Story-teller. "The Archbishop was not going, +through lack of care, to have it said that anything had been done to the +stone meanwhile to make it harder for the contestants to pull forth the +sword, or easier for Arthur to perform that feat." + +"I'll bet those Knights practised on it, though," said Jack. "I would +have." + +"It wouldn't have done any good, I imagine," said his father. "There was +something mysterious about it all, and whatever that was it worked in +favor of Arthur and against all the others." + +"I don't believe all ten of 'em together could have pulled it out," +Mollie put in. "It was one of those trick swords, like men swallow at +circuses, I guess, and I'm certain that Mr. Merlin put it there, and +showed Arthur how the trick worked. It had a spring in it, which he +could touch with his thumb to make it come out, maybe." + +"Maybe so," said her father, "although I doubt it. There were lots of +queer things happening in those days that we of to-day would hardly +believe if we saw them with our own eyes--things that sound in the +telling of them quite like fairy stories." + +"Like Merlin being able to tell what was going to happen next week?" +suggested Jack. + +"Exactly," said the Story-teller. "If anybody claimed to be able to do +that now, we'd laugh at him." + +"He'd be a great man for a newspaper," said Jack. "If a newspaper had a +man like that on it, it could tell the people in advance that such and +such an accident was going to happen at such and such a time on such and +such a railroad, and then the people wouldn't go on that road at that +time, and their lives would be saved." + +"That's so," said Mollie. "And if the accident was going to happen +because a switchman was asleep, somebody could be sent ahead to wake him +up, so that the accident wouldn't happen at all." + +"There is no doubt about it," said the Story-teller. "A man like Merlin +would be very useful in these days, but his kind is very much like the +leviathans and mastodons that lived before the flood. The race has died +out, and true prophets are as scarce now as huckleberries in December. +But to come back to the story, whether there was a spring in the sword +or not, Merlin was undoubtedly responsible for it, and whatever he did, +he did it in Arthur's behalf, for when Candlemas day came about again +the same thing happened that had happened before. The sword would not +budge for any one but Arthur, and a great many people began to be +convinced that he was the rightful King. There were enough dissatisfied +persons, however, to make one more trial necessary, and the Archbishop, +yielding to these, set one more date, that of Easter, for the final +contest." + +"He had to earn it, didn't he," said Mollie. + +"You bet he did," said Jack. "It must have been like our medals at +school. You've got to win it six times in succession, once every month, +before it's yours for keeps." + +"But you know about that rule before you begin," said Mollie. "It's fair +enough in school, but it seems to me Arthur won it at the start, and +ought to have had it." + +"He certainly did win it at the start, under the terms of the contest," +said her father. "Still it was just as well, under the circumstances, +that there should be no dissatisfaction among those who lost, and as it +wasn't at all hard for Arthur to pull the sword out, he couldn't +complain. The others had to work a great deal harder than he did, and, +in the end, got nothing for their pains." + +"I guess the Archbishop kind of liked to see all those people pulling +and hauling at it," suggested Jack, with a grin. "It must have been +something like a circus for him, anyhow, with all those knights in their +fine spangles, and their horses with splendid harness, and all that." + +[Illustration: THEY ALL KNELT BEFORE HIM, AND HE WAS CROWNED.] + +"Very likely," said the Story-teller. "That view of it never occurred to +me before. It has always been a matter of wonder to me that the +Archbishop made poor Arthur go through the ordeal so many times, but now +I begin to understand it. He wanted to be entertained as much as anybody +else, and very possibly he ordered so many repetitions of the +performances to that end, knowing, of course, that by so doing he could +not injure Arthur's chances. Arthur had to be very careful of himself, +however, between times. The other Knights were too anxious for the prize +to stop at playing tricks on him, and Sir Ector saw to it that wherever +he went he had a strong guard about him to keep him from harm. These +guards, made up of the most faithful men in his father's service, kept +watch over him night and day until Easter, when the final trial came off +with no change in the result. Arthur pulled the sword lightly out of the +stone, but despite their struggles the others could do nothing with it. +Then the people themselves were satisfied. The Knights may not have +liked it any better than before, but the people did, and they cheered +him to the echo, and said that the question was now settled for once and +for all, and offered to slay any man who now dared to say that Arthur +was not entitled to the throne. They all knelt before him, and he was +knighted by one of the bravest men of the day, and shortly after he was +crowned. It was a long trial for him, but he was patient and worthy, and +withstood every test, and in the end he got his reward." + +"Well, I'm glad of it," said Jack. "The way they made him work for it +seems to me to have entitled him to it." + +"Papa," said Mollie, after a little thought on the matter, "was this +King Arthur any relation to the man Jack-the-Giant-Killer was always +sending giant's heads to." + +"He was the very same man," replied her father. "Why?" + +"I was only thinking," said Mollie, "that if it was the same man, Jack +couldn't have tried to pull that sword out, because I'm pretty certain +he could have done it." + +"Perhaps," said her father, "but that could only have left the question +as to the rightful King unsettled." + +"I don't think so," cried Jack. "Because then they'd have had to have a +match between Arthur and Jack. That would have settled it." + +"And who do you think would have won in that event?" asked the +Story-teller. + +"Well," said Mollie, dubiously, "of course, I don't know, but I'd have +stood for Jack." + +"I'm with you, then," said the modern Jack. "A boy who could handle +giants the way he did wouldn't have had much trouble with a fellow like +Arthur." + + + + +[Illustration: INTERSCHOLASTIC SPORT] + + +The rivalry between Worcester and Phillips Andover academies, which has +existed ever since the two big schools first met on track and field in +the New England Interscholastics, was made even greater by the dual +games held at Worcester on the 8th. Andover had felt confident of +winning, but a combination of hard luck and a poor and unfamiliar track +tended to cause her defeat. As at Hartford, for the Connecticut +H.-S.A.A. games on the same day, there was a bad wind blowing up the +track which interfered with good time for the sprints, the 100 being +done to the exceedingly slow time of 11-1/5 secs. The score of 62 to 50, +however, does not by any means show how close the contest was, for first +one side was ahead and then the other; so that it was not until the last +event of the day had been decided that the Worcester contingent felt +certain of their victory. To-day the Andover men are doubtless somewhat +consoled by the way their athletes turned the tables on their Worcester +rivals at the Interscholastics on the 15th, and the regrets for defeat +must be considerably lessened by the conviction that should the +Worcester contest be held again, the result would certainly be +different. Andover made 25 points at Cambridge, while Worcester Academy +scored but 9-2/5. + +[Illustration: Holt, P.A. Hine, P.A. Chase, W.A. + +120-YARD HURDLE RACE, ANDOVER-WORCESTER GAMES] + +Where Andover suffered most at Worcester was in the bicycle race and in +the 100-yard dash. Manning was fully ten yards ahead of the field in the +former event, and it looked as if the dark blue were here sure of six +points at least, for Palmer was coming along rapidly behind him, when +the leader lost control of his wheel and fell. Palmer rushed up and +tumbled almost at the same spot, leaving Forsyth the only Andover man in +the race. The latter forged ahead, and by a powerful spurt passed +Campbell of Worcester, who was leading. He thought he had won as he shot +past the winning post, but he had gone only seven laps, and as he slowed +up the three Worcester riders went by him to take all the points at the +finish. In the 100 the judges made a bad decision. Every one on the +field--excepting those whose province it was to do so--saw Senn of +Andover win the race by about a foot. Sargent was announced the victor, +however, and for some odd reason Andover made no protest. Perhaps they +were too confident of victory. But even if Senn had been awarded the +first place (all the other events resulting as they did), the score +would still have been in Worcester's favor--59 to 53, so the mistake of +the judges was of little consequence, except to Senn as an individual. + +[Illustration: Barker, W.A. Gaskell, P.A. Munn, P.A. + +THE 220-YARD RUN, WORCESTER-ANDOVER GAMES.] + +Holt of Andover did the best work for the visiting team. He captured the +high hurdles in 18-3/5 secs., put the 16-lb. shot 33 ft. 6 in., and +threw the 12-lb. hammer 104 ft. 6 in. In the weight events he did not +equal his own best records. Laing ran a good race in the half-mile and +the mile, leading all the way in both events, and in the latter he was +followed home by two of his schoolmates. It is noteworthy that in almost +all sports where Andover men enter they are particularly strong in the +long-distance runs. The field events were the most exciting for the +spectators, because the score was such that all depended on the result +of these. Here the Andover men excelled, but on the track, as will +readily be seen from the table of results printed in this Department +last week, the Worcester athletes were superior. On the whole, the +meeting between the two teams was most successful, and Worcester Academy +deserves great praise for her victory. She won it by hard work, and +deserved every point scored. At the present moment the Worcester schools +may justly claim first place in the ranks of track athletic sports; for +after the High-School's performance on Holmes Field, on the 15th, it is +plain that few scholastic associations could hope to worst them. + +On the following Wednesday Andover did better. The nine met the +Lawrenceville baseball team on their own grounds and it was theirs. +Everybody was surprised; even Andover. Not so much at the victory, +perhaps, for P.A. men are always sanguine, but no one anticipated a +whitewash. Andover put up the best game of the year, and I have not seen +Lawrenceville play worse. Men who had scarcely made any errors during +the entire season muffed and fumbled like a lot of novices; and in +betweentimes the Andover men pounded the ball, and the crowd helped +things along generally by plenty of shouting. Perhaps the crowd and the +unfamiliar field had something to do with Lawrenceville's defeat, but it +is hard to understand why the Jersey players, who have been batting well +all the spring, could not find the ball when they had men on second and +third. Possibly Sedgwick can explain this. Sedgwick was a host in +himself, and he received such support as has not been given by the +Andover players to any pitcher this season. He struck out nine of his +opponents and gave only two bases on balls, whereas he was hit safely +only six times. Drew, who caught him, played an errorless game; in fact, +every man on the team did, with the exception of Harker, who made in the +first inning the only misplay for the side. + +The hard hitting of the home team would have won the game even if +Lawrenceville had shown better field-work. P.A. made twelve hits, +including a two-bagger, two three-base hits, and a home run. Greenway +led with two singles and a three-bagger, while Barton made a two-bagger +and a home run. As for the error-making, Lawrenceville took the lead in +that in the fourth inning. Sedgwick got his base on balls, and was +thrown out at second; Greenway took first on an error and second on an +error; Elliott got to first on balls; Dayton followed him on an error, +which let Greenway home; Waddell went to first after being struck by a +ball, and after Davis had struck out both Dayton and Elliott scored on +an error. Fortunately for Lawrenceville, the inning was closed by +Waddell's being thrown out at third. + +This is the third consecutive defeat that Lawrenceville has suffered at +the hands of Andover in baseball, and never before has the victory of +the Massachusetts team been so decided. The only way to account for the +Jerseymen's weakness is that they were affected by the long journey, and +were probably "rattled" by the Andover crowd. This Lawrenceville nine +can do better. A team that can play the University of Pennsylvania 6-8 +and Princeton 2-5 ought not to succumb to Andover by 11-0. The following +day Lawrenceville met Exeter, but only seven innings were played, as the +visitors had to catch a train for home. When play was stopped the score +stood 3-3, and there was considerable dissatisfaction on Exeter's part +because the last two innings could not be finished. Lawrenceville showed +better form than was exhibited at Andover, making only two errors; but +Exeter was playing good ball too, and it is an open question now as to +which is the better team. Next year more careful arrangements should be +made, for the memory of this season's game will always be +unsatisfactory. + +NEW ENGLAND I.S.A.A. GAMES, HOLMES FIELD, CAMBRIDGE, JUNE 15, 1895. + + N.E.I.S.A.A. +Event. Record Made by + +100-yard dash 10-1/5 sec. F. H. Bigelow, W.H.-S., 1894 +220-yard run 22-2/5 " F. H. Bigelow, W.H.-S., 1894 +440-yard run 50-3/5 " T. E. Burke, E.H.-S., 1894 +Half-mile run 2 m. 6 " S. Wesson, W.A., 1894 +Mile run 4 " 34-2/5 " W. T. Laing, P.A., 1894 +Mile walk 7 " 36 " P. J. McLaughlin, W.H.-S., '93 +120-yard hurdle 17-2/5 " W. W. Hoyt, R.L.S., 1893 +220-yard hurdle 27 " A. H. Hine, P.A., 1894 +Mile bicycle 2 " 41-3/5 " A. A. Densmore, Hopkinson, '93 +Running high jump 5 ft. 7-3/4 in. C. J. Paine, Hopkinson, 1893 +Running broad jump 21 " 6 " C. Brewer, Hopkinson, 1890 +Pole vault 10 " 6-3/4 " W. W. Hoyt, R.L.S., 1894 +Throwing 12-lb. ham'r 125 " R. F. Johnson, B.H.-S., 1894 +Putting 16-lb. shot 39 " 3 " M. O'Brien, E.H.-S., 1894 + + +Event. Winner June 15, 1895. Performance. + +100-yard dash J. T. Roche, W.H.-S. 10-3/5 sec. +220-yard run J. T. Roche, W.H.-S. 23-2/5 " +440-yard run R. S. Hull, W.H.-S. 53-3/5 " +Half-mile run A. Albertson, W.H.-S. 2 m. 5 " +Mile run D. T. Sullivan, W.H.-S. 4 " 42-4/5 " +Mile walk C. V. Moore, N.H.-S. 7 " 18-3/5 " +120-yard hurdle A. H. Hine, P.A. 18-1/5 " +220-yard hurdle A. H. Hine, P.A. 27-4/5 " +Mile bicycle H. Freyberg, W.H.-S. 2 " 40-3/5 " + F. Holt, R.L.S. } 5 " 7-1/2 " +Running high jump R. Ferguson, E.H.-S. } +Running broad jump E. L. Mills, S.H.-S. 20 " 3 " +Pole vault B. Johnson, W.A. 10 " 7 " +Throwing 12-lb. ham'r M. Sargent, Hopkinson 119 " 4 " +Putting 16-lb. shot E. Holt, P.A. 36 " 11-1/2 " + + +Points made by Schools. + +Worcester H.-S. 33 +Andover 25 +English H.-S. 12-1/2 +Worcester Academy 9-2/5 +Hopkinson 6 +Newton H.-S. 5-1/5 +Somerville H.-S. 5 +Noble's 4-1/5 +Roxbury Latin 3-1/2 +Cambridge H. and L. 3 +Lynn H.-S. 2-1/5 +Chelsea H.-S. 2 +Chauncey Hall 1 + --- +Total 112 + + Firsts count 5. Seconds 2. Thirds 1. + +The championship pennant of the New England I.S.A.A. remains at +Worcester. It was carried down there by the High-School athletes last +March, and they made their title to it secure on Holmes Field a week ago +Saturday by rolling up a score twenty points greater than any Boston +school--greater, in fact, than the scores of all the Boston schools put +together. Andover had the satisfaction of finishing second, with her old +rival, the Worcester Academy, who defeated her the week before, in +fourth place. The games were well managed, and, considering the fact +that there were 335 entries, the events were run off with commendable +promptness. Four records were broken, and a good many others that are up +pretty high already were closely approached, as the accompanying table +will show. The marks that went were the half-mile, the walk, the +bicycle, and the pole vault. Albertson, W.H.-S., has held the record for +the 1000-yard run for two years, and his practice at that distance has +made him a capable runner for the half. He kept well back in the bunch +when the race started, and waited until the very last corner was behind +him before he attempted to pull away from his companions. Then he +spurted, and passed the three men ahead of him, winning easily a full +second under record time. + +The biggest alteration of figures, however, was made after Moore of +Newton H.-S. had won the mile walk. He was looked upon as a winner at +the start, but no one anticipated such an excellent performance as 7 +min. 18-3/5 sec. He is as graceful in his work as any man can be in this +acrobatic event, and will surely be heard from in years to come if the +walk is not abolished from the amateur and collegiate programmes. The +probabilities are, however, that in a very few years the walk, like the +tug-of-war, will be a back number; but Moore is a good athlete, and he +will surely be able to be just as prominent in some other branch of +sport. The spectators were almost as deeply interested in Rudischhauser +and Williams's contest for last place, as they were in Moore's struggle +for first. + +A pleasing feature of the bicycle races was the absence of accidents. +There was not a single spill, and every man rode for all he was worth. +New men took the points; and that is a good thing. Both Freyberg and +Druett broke the tape ahead of record time in the second heat, but in +the finals they ran four seconds behind. The final heat, although not +the fastest, was the most interesting. Six men started, and for the +first quarter Freyberg held the lead. Then he was passed by Boardman and +Cunningham, who set the pace for a lap, after which the W.H.-S. rider +pushed ahead, and left every one behind. The finish spurt was good, but +it was evident that every rider was tired from the effects of the trial +heats. It would be well next year to follow the plan adopted by the +Inter-collegiate Association of having the preliminary heats on the +previous day. + +[Illustration: A. H. HINE.] + +[Illustration: E. G. HOLT.] + +None of the field events were particularly interesting, except the pole +vault, in which Johnson of Worcester Academy broke Hoyt's record by a +quarter of an inch. The high jumpers only reached 5 ft. 7-1/2 in., where +Holt, R.L.S., and Ferguson, E.H.-S., tied for first place. Mills of +Somerville High came in as an unknown quantity, and took the broad jump +with a leap of 20 ft. 3 in. Andover's strong men were Holt and Hine. At +the dual games at Worcester, Holt did giant's work, but at the +Interscholastics he only took one first, in the shot, defeating O'Brien, +whom many had looked upon as a sure winner, and a place with the hammer. +Hine's hurdling was most graceful, and both races were exciting. In the +high finals the racers kept well abreast for thirty yards; then Hine +forged slowly ahead, but was overtaken by Ferguson, whom he beat home by +a few feet only. The low hurdles were even more thrilling. Fuller led at +the start, but was caught by Hine at the fourth hurdle. Then it was jump +and jump for twenty-five or thirty yards; but Hine had better form, and +came in several feet ahead. The day was most satisfactory from the point +of view of sport, and every performance of the New-Englanders made me +wish they might meet the New York school athletes on an open track and a +level field. What a contest that would be! No effort should be spared to +bring it about, and the only way to do it is to form one large +all-embracing Interscholastic Association. + +One correspondent urges Hartford as the most suitable place for the +meeting. He believes it would be preferable to New Haven for many +reasons, one of which is that the Yale field track is only a quarter of +a mile around, whereas the track at the Charter Oak Park is a mile in +circumference and sixty feet wide. It is a question whether, for the +purposes of an Interscholastic meet of this kind, a mile track would be +as good as a lesser one. The time made might be faster if the road-bed +were in good condition, but the spectators would not enjoy the races so +much as if the runners passed the grand stand a number of times; and the +men themselves would find greater difficulty in gauging their speed, +most of them being accustomed to four or five lap tracks. A better +argument in favor of Hartford is that three railroads centre there. + +Of the school athletes who took part in the New York A.C. games at +Travers Island, several secured places. Baltazzi won first in the high +jump, clearing 5 ft. 10-1/4 in. Fisher went into the 100 and the 220, +but was distanced, and Powell got a tumble in the bicycle race. Whether +it was his own fault, I cannot say; but there are very few races he has +ridden in this year where he has been able to keep in his saddle all the +way around the course. He retained his seat in the Interscholastics and +won. W. T. Laing came down from Andover, and entered the mile with +Conneff and Orton. He had 40 yards handicap, and came in second, with +Orton behind him. Orton, however, was pretty well fagged out from the +effects of his half-mile race with Walsh. F. W. Phillips, of Bryant and +Stratton's, had a handicap of 6 inches in the pole vault, and by making +an actual leap of 10 ft. 3 in., secured first, over Baxter at scratch, +who cleared 10 ft. 6 in. + +Some creditable performances were made at the field meeting of the +Pittsburg Interscholastic A.A., which was held at the Pittsburg Athletic +Club Park last week. Only four schools were represented, but the crowd +was enthusiastic and the events well managed. Graff, of Shadyside +Academy, did the best all-round work. He won the 100 in 10-2/5 sec., and +the 220 in 24 sec., besides taking first in the hop, step, and jump +(another of those acrobatic events which have been handed down from the +Dark Ages), and third in the shot. If the Pittsburg H.-S. athletes had +been better trained they would have made a more creditable showing, for +there is good material there. As it was, they managed to score 21 points +out of a possible 135. Shadyside Academy, the winner, got 51, and was +followed by the Park Institute with 44. Allegheny, the tail-ender, +scored 19 points. + +The championship of the Southern Connecticut Baseball League went to the +Black Hall School again this year. The final game was played on June +1st, against the Norwich Free Academy. The Black Hall team suffered only +one defeat out of the six games of the series--a very creditable +performance, considering the numerical size and athletic strength of the +other schools in the League. Their success was due to the steady work of +the battery, their strong batting, and careful base-running. + + THE GRADUATE. + + + + +ADVERTISEMENTS. + + + + +Highest of all in Leavening Power.--Latest U. S. 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W., the + Editor will be pleased to furnish subscribers with membership + blanks and information so far as possible. + + +[Illustration: Copyright, 1895, by Harper & Brothers.] + +The map this week continues from the point, Tarrytown, reached on map +published in No. 810 of the ROUND TABLE, to Poughkeepsie, a ride of over +forty miles, which would be another and second stage on the route from +New York to Albany. All routes of this nature must, of course, be +divided by wheelmen reading this Department into sections of a length +which is most suitable for their own special purposes. It is perfectly +simple, for example, for a good rider to go from New York to +Poughkeepsie in one day. On the other hand, for one who is unaccustomed +to long distances the route shown on this map, from Tarrytown to +Poughkeepsie, is a very good ride. When the series, therefore, covering +a distance from New York to Albany is published, by putting the maps +together each wheelman may choose how far he will go each day. + +Running out of Tarrytown, the rider takes the Albany Post Road and +passes the André Monument (1), which he should pause to examine. After +leaving this monument he will come to St. Paul's Methodist Episcopal +Church. Here he should turn to the left and go down a long hill, thence +following the turnpike, which is unmistakable, until he reaches Sing +Sing, a distance of seven miles. If the wheelman takes time for it, he +may turn down to the river, about a mile before reaching Sing Sing, and +stop a moment to take a look at the State-prison. From Sing Sing the +road to Peekskill is direct; but it is a difficult twelve-mile ride, +with hills all along the way, especially just before crossing to Croton +Point, again on the Point, and then all the way up to Peekskill. The +road itself is sandy, and occasionally covered with loam. The riding is +not very good, and the wheelman is wise if he dismounts frequently. +After leaving Croton, and when approaching Verplank Point, he can look +across the river to Haverstraw, and see Treason Hill, where the meeting +between Arnold and André took place, and the terms of the surrender of +West Point were made. From Peekskill the rider runs out about half a +mile to the north, then turns to the left and follows the telegraph +poles to Garrison's. Immediately after crossing the bridges, on going +out of Peekskill, he will notice on the left the State Camp (4). The +road is sandy, and there are some bad hills over these eight miles. + +If the rider has time to stop for a look at historic places, he should +turn to the left after leaving the Peekskill encampment-grounds and run +down to Highland Station, from whence he can see across the river the +site of old Forts Clinton and Montgomery (5 and 6). Keeping on this road +and running up to Garrison's along the shore, he will pass Beverly +House, Arnold's old headquarters (7). At Garrison's is the old Phillipse +Manor, and directly across the river is the United States Military +Academy of West Point. The best road from this point to Wappinger's +Falls is to follow the black route on the map, keeping to the right +beyond Garrison's, and running on through Fishkill to Wappinger's Falls, +a distance of eighteen miles. + +It is possible, however, to keep to the left just beyond Garrison's, and +following the fair bicycle route, keep to the shore of the Hudson. The +road, however, is much more hilly through these highlands. By taking +this route the wheelman may cross the ferry at Fishkill village to +Newburg, where he may see the Washington headquarters (10), and Knox's +headquarters and winter camp (11) just outside Newburg. On the road from +Fishkill-on-the-Hudson to Fishkill itself he will pass the State +Hospital for the Insane (12). The road from Wappinger's Falls into +Poughkeepsie, a distance of eight and a quarter miles, is moderately +good. The roads are easy riding, and the grades are not bad. The rider +should turn to the right on leaving Wappinger's Falls, cross Wappinger's +Creek, and take South Avenue direct into Poughkeepsie. On the way he +passes at the right of the Gallaudet Home for Deaf-Mutes (13), and if he +cares to, after reaching Poughkeepsie, he may struggle up the +Poughkeepsie Hills to take a look at Vassar College (14). + + NOTE.--Map of New York city asphalted streets in No. 809. Map of + route from New York to Tarrytown in No. 810. New York to Stamford, + Connecticut, in No. 811. New York to Staten Island in No. 812. New + Jersey from Hoboken to Pine Brook in No. 813. Brooklyn in No. 814. + Brooklyn to Babylon in No. 815. 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I do not +mean that we should become elocutionists, or study to be proficient in +dramatic effects; I simply advise girls who wish to give pleasure to +their families and friends to practise the art of reading intelligently, +in a clear and distinct voice, pronouncing their words plainly, giving +each sentence its full meaning, and being careful not to drop the voice +too suddenly at the end of a paragraph. It is so natural to let the +voice fall too much and too far at the close of a paragraph, that those +who wish to be heard make a point of learning how to use the rising +inflection--not to the degree which implies interrogation, but, so to +speak, leaving off with tones on the level, so that the voice carries +well across the room. + +During vacation you will have opportunities to exercise this gift if you +possess it. Half a dozen girls may enjoy the same story if one reads +aloud while the rest work. The dear auntie whose sight is failing, and +who is bidden by the doctor to rest her eyes, will be very much obliged +to you if you will read to her an hour or more a day at intervals, as +she and you may find convenient. + +I have found in my own experience that when I am reading with a view to +remembering a poem or essay or chapter of history, it is fixed upon my +mind more readily than otherwise if I read the passage aloud to myself. +Hearing as well as seeing the words, two senses aid in carrying the +message to the brain. I like to read poetry aloud when I am alone, thus +doubly enjoying its music and its feeling. + +As every bright young woman should be informed about current events, my +girl friends hardly need the reminder to read the daily papers. In doing +this, read according to system. 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The Second Prize is won by a Lady. She is thirteen, and lives +in Minnesota. Her name is Nancy Howe Wood, and the title of her story, +which will be published in order, is "An Exciting Game." The story +standing third is "Joey's Christmas." It reached us bearing no name of +the writer, although it said it was intended for this contest. Owing to +this oversight by the author we cannot award it the Third Prize. We +will, however, give the author, when found, an extra prize of $10. Will +he or she write us? The Third Prize is awarded to the story standing +fourth. It is "The Beverly Ghost," by Jennie Mae Blakeslee, aged +fifteen, a resident of New Jersey. The Table congratulates the winners. + +Stories by the following authors are specially commended, the order of +that praise being indicated by the order in which names are printed: +Upton B. Sinclair, Jun., Frances Chittenden, Constance F. Wheeler, Edith +den Bleyker, Alice E. Dyar, Mande Newbolt, A. D. Parsons, Oliver Bunce +Ferris, Agnes Barton, Fanny Fullerton, Joseph B. Ames, Helen H. Hayes, +Louis E. Thayer, George Clarkson Hirts, George W. Halliwell, Jun., Janet +Ashley, Ray Bailey Stevenson, Edith Eckfield, Gay Hugh Leland, Helen L. +Birnie, Virginia Louise De Caskey. + + + + +An Old Civil War Veteran. + + +Living here is the oldest cavalry horse of the civil war. He belongs to +Sergeant B. F. Crawford, Company C, Sixteenth Pennsylvania Cavalry, who +captured him in Virginia just after his owner had been shot from his +back. He was then eight years old. Now he is forty, as black as coal, +save for some gray hairs in mane and tail, and still fond of martial +music, especially on Decoration day, the local parade of which he always +forms a part. Last year he went to the National Encampment of the Grand +Army at Pittsburg, but he is too feeble to go to another. "Old Ned" is +his name, and he is a universal favorite. His greatest war service was +his three days at Gettysburg, where he was in at the beginning and +finish, and didn't get a scratch. + + HARRY MOORHEAD. + NORTH EAST, PA. + + + + +Care and Food of Fresh-water Turtles. + + +Several members ask about the care and food of turtles--really +fresh-water tortoises. They should be kept in a tank or vessel, with +some sort of an island upon which they may crawl when tired of swimming. +The best food for them is fresh animal food--flies, worms, or very tiny +live fish. If a live fly is put on the water so that it will kick, the +tortoise will come up and get it, as he will not be so apt to do with a +dead one. A worm may be dropped in for him once in a while; but as these +are sometimes hard to find, he may be fed with bits of meat, raw or +cooked. As a rule, tortoises will not eat vegetables or bread, though +these will not hurt them. They can go for a long time without food, but +it is better to feed them every day. + + + + +A Jaunt Up Mount Macedon. + + +One fine day in December a few girl friends and I thought of walking +from Woodend to the top of Mount Macedon and back again. The first part +of the road leading to the Mount was smooth, and the shade thrown by the +eucalyptus-trees was very pleasant. As we got further on it became +rather hot, and we were glad to rest and eat our luncheon in a cool spot +about half-way up the Mount. Lilac Walk is a beautiful spot at the top +of Mount Macedon, and is so called because wild lilac blooms there in +profusion. The trees, which are tall, interlace and form arches, which +almost shut out the sun. + +The Camel's Hump is the highest peak of Mount Macedon. It was a very +steep climb, but we were rewarded for it. We could see around us miles +and miles of beautiful country, with here and there a tiny house among +the trees. On a fine day you can see Port Phillip Bay, which is over +forty miles distant. On our way back we saw a beautiful place thickly +covered with ferns, with a tiny stream running through it. We did not +feel very tired when we got there, although we had walked fourteen +miles. I intend forwarding you next time a brief description of the +Hanging Rock near Woodend. + + EVELINE WALLACE, R. T. L. + TASMA, MORELAND RD., W. COBURG. + + + + +What Shall Our Badges Be? + + +The Founders decided the Order is to have a new badge, to be made in two +styles. One is to be of silver, or at least of some material that may be +secured at a low price, say ten cents, and the other of gold, or gold +and enamel, to cost as much as fifty cents, perhaps; certainly little if +any more. A score or more Founders suggested that designs be submitted. +Very good. Now where shall we get the designs? Do members wish to give +us some? If so, send them in. Draw them in either India or wash, that we +may reproduce them. + +[Illustration] + +Here is the top of what is said to be the original King Arthur's Table. +It is preserved in the cathedral at Winchester, England. The figure is +that of Arthur, and the names are those of the original Knights. It was +suggested that the badge be a reproduction of this, but if the entire +table-top be employed designs will be so small they cannot be read. +Besides, we Americans hardly want to wear badges bearing a figure of +royalty, do we? Why not use the rose in the centre--the rose is +historic--and vary the inscription around it? + +In making designs, be careful to consider the time and nation. One +member sends us a design in which appears the fleur-de-lis, which is +French, not English. The sword, ancient pattern, the red and white rose, +the cross, other than the Latin--all these may be used. Of course we +will keep the "K. L. O. R. T." If need be, the words could be spelled +out: "Knights: Ladies: Order: Round: Table." Let us have your designs at +once. Any who wish may submit them. The two or three best will be +published, if made so we can reproduce them. Possibly an artist can +select the best features of several and combine them. So send along your +ideas. + + + + +How to Plan a Gala Evening. + + +For July or August there are few entertainments more novel and +delightful than out-of-door ones. Why not have some in aid of the School +Fund? Or they might be partly in aid of the Fund and partly for the +benefit of a Chapter. The way to begin is to get together from six to a +dozen friends, and then write to us for particulars. + +Here is briefly what we shall recommend, but be sure to write, because +we can give you more explicit directions than we have space for here. We +shall give you titles of some very funny farces and pantomimes, similar +to those that college students give as burlesques, and which any company +of persons of any age can learn and render with very little trouble and +with certain success. We shall also tell you how to build a rustic stage +out of doors, to arrange hemlocks or spruces for "scenery," etc. A good +way is to charge a fee of twenty-five cents, and give, after the stage +entertainment is over, a plate of ice-cream free. You will have plenty +of fun--and help a good cause, and perhaps yourselves. Write us, sure. + + + + +A Natural History Bit. + + +There are a great many violets about here, and the ones we have the most +of are the swamp violets and the little ones that grow in the fields. +The swamp violets are a very light purple with darker lines on the lower +petal. There are from two to twenty violets on one plant. They grow in +the woods and in wet places. The white violets also grow in the woods. +They are very much smaller, and are entirely white except the lower +petal, which has purple lines. They are very sweet. I have never seen +more than seven or eight violets on one plant. + +There are three other kinds that I know of that grow in the woods. One +is the yellow violet. It grows in dry places, and there is usually more +than one violet on a stem. The leaves also grow on the stem, instead of +starting from the roots, as most others do. The flower is a bright +yellow, with purple lines on the lower petal. There is the crow's-foot +violet, which grows in dry places and is a deep purple; also a little +purple violet whose name I do not know. It grows much like the yellow +violet, only it is much smaller, and often grows on rocks where there is +very little earth. + +The violet that grows in the fields is very small, and is oftenest a +deep purple, but sometimes the petals are purple and white mottled +together. + + H. W. S. + CONNECTICUT. + + + + +A Bit of An Old Fort. + + +Not very far from Bluffton near Beaufort is situated the island called +Paris Island. A friend of my father's owns a part of this, and he says +that on it are the remains of old Fort Charles, built by the Huguenots +in 1562. Will some one please write to me? I am fourteen. Bluffton is in +the very southwestern part of Beaufort County, S. C. The steamer _Alpha_ +plies between Bluffton, Beaufort, and Savannah, but she is the slowest +steamer in existence. + + AUGUST MITTELL. + BLUFFTON. + + + + +[Illustration: STAMPS] + + This Department is conducted in the interest of stamp and coin + collectors, and the Editor will be pleased to answer any question + on these subjects so far as possible. Correspondents should + address Editor Stamp Department. + + +The stamp editor wants to make this column as interesting and as useful +as possible to all the boys and girls who collect stamps. Is there any +subject on which you would like to have information? Shall we talk about +the United States stamps? Or about the great rarities which are so +eagerly sought by the advanced collectors that they are willing to pay +from $100 to $2500 each for these interesting little bits of paper? Or +about the different stamps issued in the Confederate States during the +great civil war? Or about the different water-marks, perforations, +papers, etc., which will make two stamps which "look just alike" worth +in the one case two cents and in the other $50? Or about auctions of +rare stamps? Or any other subject? Let us hear from you, boys and girls. +This is your column, and it shall be made as interesting as possible. Do +you keep the back numbers, so that you can refer to them? If you do, it +will be possible to answer fully some questions which are asked +frequently by simply referring to some other number in the current +volume. + +Several collectors ask how to distinguish the provisional stamps used in +Peru during the war in 1881-83 between Chili and Peru. Counting all the +different types of each stamp, there are over one hundred in all, and +their enumeration in the standard stamp catalogues covers three or four +pages. Collectors who make a specialty of Peruvian stamps make the +number much larger. In general, these stamps are simply the regular +Peruvian issue of 1874-79 with different surcharges. The victorious +Chilians printed their coat of arms on these stamps--sometimes alone, +and at other times the arms and a band in a horseshoe frame, with the +words "Union Postal Universal--Peru." The Peruvians used the same +horseshoe band as a surcharge, but without the Chilian arms. Another +Peruvian surcharge is the triangle with the word "Peru," and above it a +character intended to represent the sun. As almost all these surcharges +were printed by a hand-stamp, they are easily counterfeited, and +collectors should be careful to buy these stamps from responsible +dealers only. + + GILBERT JACKSON.--There are five varieties of the $5 United States + Internal Revenue stamps first issue. The perforated ones are worth + from two cents to thirty-five cents each. There are eleven $1 + stamps of the same issue, worth from one cent to $2.50 each. + Twelve varieties of the fifty-cent stamp, worth from one cent to + $1 each. + + J. R. P.--The 1875 reprints of 1869 are on very white paper. The + 2c. of this issue is worth $3. Many of the 1869 issue show little + or nothing of the grille. The Cape of Good Hope are quoted in the + catalogue mentioned by you. The drawing enclosed by you is of a + German local which has no value. The other stamps are probably + revenues, but your description is imperfect. + + FRITZ BRANDT.--The United States envelope which you describe is + the official service envelope of the Post-office Department. It is + a franked, not a stamped, envelope. It is not generally collected. + + PHILATUS. + + + + +[Illustration: Ivory Soap] + +To retain the brilliancy of Ginghams, wash them only in luke warm water, +in which a tablespoonful of salt and an equal quantity of Ivory Soap to +each gallon of water, have been dissolved. Dry in the shade. + +THE PROCTER & GAMBLE CO., CIN'TI. + + + + +You Can't take too much of + +[Illustration: HIRES' Rootbeer] + + It quenches your thirst + That's the best of it. + Improves your health + That's the rest of it. + +A 25 cent package makes 5 gallons. Sold everywhere. Made only by The +Chas. E. Hires Co., Phila. + + + + +[Illustration] + +BASE BALL, HOW TO PLAY IT. + +A Great Book, contains =all= the rules; also the _secret_ or pitching +curved balls, and to bat successfully. Rules for Football and Tennis. +Every player should have it. Entirely new and handsomely illustrated. +This =Great Book Free= to any one sending us 10 cents to pay postage. +=Also= Catalogue Guns, Revolvers, Musical Instruments, Magic Tricks. +=All for 10c. Order quick.= For =$1.25= we will send =Our Base Ball +Outfit=, consisting of 9 Caps, 9 Belts, 1 Ball, 1 Bat. =BATES SPORTING +CO., 100 High St., Boston, Mass.= + + + + +[Illustration: If afflicted with SORE EYES USE Dr. ISAAC THOMPSON'S EYE +WATER] + + + + +[Illustration: The Kombi Camera] + +[Illustration] + +Carry in pocket. Takes 25 perfect pictures in one loading--reloading +costs 20c. Ask your dealer for it, or send for free booklet "All About +the Kombi." + +ALFRED C. KEMPER, + +Branches: London, Berlin. 132-134 Lake Street, Chicago + + + + +[Illustration] + +CARD PRINTER =FREE= + +Sets any name in one minute; prints 500 cards an hour. YOU can make +money with it. A font of pretty type, also Indelible Ink, Type Holder, +Pads and Tweezers. Best Linen Marker; worth $1.00. Sample mailed FREE +for 10c. stamps for postage on outfit and large catalogue of 1000 +Bargains. + +R. H. Ingersoll & Bro. 65 Cortlandt St. N.Y. City + + + + +[Illustration] + +WONDER CABINET =FREE=. Missing Link Puzzle, Devil's Bottle, Pocket +Camera, Latest Wire Puzzle, Spook Photos, Book of Sleight of Hand, Total +Value 60c. Sent free with immense catalogue of 1000 Bargains for 10c. +for postage. + +INGERSOLL & BRO., 65 Cortlandt Street N. Y. + + + + +=DEAFNESS & HEAD NOISES CURED= by my =INVISIBLE= Tubular Cushions. Have +helped more to good =HEAR=ing than all other devices combined. Whispers +=HEAR=d. Help ears as glasses do eyes. =F. Hiscox=, 853 B'dway, N.Y. +Book of proofs =FREE= + + + + +=Horned Toad=, alive, $1.00; horse-hair lariat, Indian make, $3.00; five +Indian pottery vessels, $2.00; Navajoe Indian blankets, $3.00: volcanic +glass chips, 15c., all prepaid. + +C. W. RIGGS, WALLACE, N. M. + + + + +NEW BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE + + * * * * * + +By MRS. SANGSTER. + + * * * * * + + =Little Knights and Ladies.= Verses for Young People. By MARGARET + E. SANGSTER, Author of "On the Road Home," etc. Illustrated. 16mo, + Cloth, Ornamental, Uncut Edges and Gilt Top, $1.25. + +Healthful, natural, and just the simple narrative poems and kindly +temperate effusions most pleasing to children.--_Philadelphia Press._ + +The real poetry of child-life.--_Boston Advertiser._ + +Characterized by womanly feeling--by observation of and sympathy with +the child side of domestic life.--_N. Y. Mail and Express._ + + * * * * * + +By W. J. HENDERSON. + + * * * * * + + =Afloat with the Flag.= By W. J. HENDERSON, Author of "Sea Yarns + for Boys," etc. Illustrated. Post 8vo, Cloth, Ornamental, $1.25. + +A good healthy story, attractively written, full of stirring incident +and adventure.--_N. Y. Times._ + +W. J. Henderson sustains the reputation which he has achieved for +meritorious work by his latest juvenile book.... This volume of +adventure, battle, heroic endeavor, and thrilling struggle on sea and +land is a most captivating story told in the luminous and trenchant +style which characterizes this author's work.--_Philadelphia Press._ + + * * * * * + +Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York. + +_For sale by all booksellers, or will be mailed by the publishers, +postage prepaid, on receipt of the price._ + + + + +[Illustration: "NOW I KNOW PUSSY ATE UP MY GOLDFISH, FOR YOU CAN SEE THE +BONES STICKING OUT OF HER CHEEKS."] + + + + +A QUESTION OF PEDIGREE. + + + "Now who is that?" asked a dignified hen; + "That chicken in white and gray? + She's very well dressed, but from whence did she come? + And her family, who are _they_?" + + "She never can move in our set, my dear," + Said the old hen's friend to her, later; + "I've just found out--you'll be shocked to hear-- + _She was hatched in an incubator!_" + + + + +Patrick, in answer to an advertisement for a coachman, applied for the +position. He was one of three applicants, and patiently waited until his +turn arrived to offer his services. The gentleman who wanted the +coachman loved a joke, and when the first applicant had answered a few +of his questions, he finally asked him, + +"How near to the edge of a precipice would you undertake to drive my +carriage?" + +"Your Honor, I'd come within a foot of it." + +The same question was put to the second applicant, who replied, + +"I'll drive within three inches of it all the way, and never slip a +wheel." + +Patrick was then asked what he would do. "Faith, your Honor, I'd kape as +far away from the idge as possible." Patrick was engaged. + + + + +Every boy and girl has doubtless heard of the great composer Handel. +Here is a little story told of him and of Dr. Maurice Green, a musician +whose compositions were never remarkably fine. It seems he had sent a +solo anthem to Handel for his opinion, and Handel invited him to take +breakfast, and he would say what he thought of it. After coffee, Green's +patience became exhausted, and he said, "Well, sir, what did you think +of it?" + +"Oh, your anthem! Ah, I did t'ink dat it wanted air." + +"Air!" cried Green. + +"Yes, air; and so I did hang it out of de vindow," replied Handel. + + + + +"James," asked the school-teacher, "what do you do with your odd moments +after school?" + +"I waits until they adds up into an hour, and then I goes fishin'." + + + + +FREDDY (_five years old_). "Boys, keep away from me." + +CHORUS. "Why, what's the matter?" + +FREDDY. "The teacher said I was sharp to-day, and you might get cut." + + + + +MOTHER. "Frank, what is baby crying about?" + +FRANK. "I guess because I took his cake and showed him how to eat it." + + + + +There is a story going the rounds of the British press about two very +distinguished archĉologists--Sir William Wilde and Dr. Donovan. It seems +that these two gentlemen made an excursion to the Isles of Arran, where +interesting remains of archĉological nature have been found. + +They came across a little rough stone building, and both entered into a +fierce argument as to the exact century of its erection. Finally each +claimed a date, one giving it the sixth century, and the other a later +one. + +A native who had listened with gaping mouth and ears to the lengthy and +learned terms used by the disputants, broke into the conversation with +the remark, "Faix, you're both wrong as far as that little buildin' is +consarned; it was built just two years ago by Tim Doolan for his +jackass." + + + + +THE HIGHWAYMAN AND THE TRAVELLER. + + +[Illustration] + + A highwayman grim--here's a picture of him-- + A traveller once did waylay, + +[Illustration] + + But his pistols were rusted; he fired: they busted. + +[Illustration] + + And the traveller went on his way. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Round Table, June 25, 1895, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S ROUND TABLE, JUNE 25, 1895 *** + +***** This file should be named 33037-8.txt or 33037-8.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/3/3/0/3/33037/ + +Produced by Annie McGuire + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Harper's Round Table, June 25, 1895 + +Author: Various + +Release Date: June 30, 2010 [EBook #33037] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S ROUND TABLE, JUNE 25, 1895 *** + + + + +Produced by Annie McGuire + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#OAKLEIGH"><b>OAKLEIGH.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#LIFE_IN_A_LIGHT-HOUSE"><b>LIFE IN A LIGHT-HOUSE.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_CAMERA_CLUB"><b>THE CAMERA CLUB</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#BILL_TYBEE_AND_THE_BULL"><b>BILL TYBEE AND THE BULL.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#SNOW-SHOES_AND_SLEDGES"><b>SNOW-SHOES AND SLEDGES.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#STORIES_OF_AMERICAN_LITERATURE"><b>STORIES OF AMERICAN LITERATURE.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#BETTYS_RIDE"><b>BETTY'S RIDE</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#KING_ARTHUR_AND_HIS_KNIGHTS"><b>KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#INTERSCHOLASTIC_SPORT"><b>INTERSCHOLASTIC SPORT</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#BICYCLING"><b>BICYCLING</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_PUDDING_STICK"><b>THE PUDDING STICK</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#STAMPS"><b>STAMPS</b></a></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_641" id="Page_641">[Pg 641]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 1000px;"> +<img src="images/ill_001.jpg" width="1000" height="331" alt="HARPER'S ROUND TABLE" title="" /> +</div> + +<p class="center">Copyright, 1895, by <span class="smcap">Harper & Brothers</span>. All Rights Reserved.</p> + +<hr style='width: 100%;' /> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>PUBLISHED WEEKLY.</td><td align='center'>NEW YORK, TUESDAY, JUNE 25, 1895.</td><td align='right'>FIVE CENTS A COPY.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>VOL. XVI.—NO. 817.</td><td align='center'></td><td align='right'>TWO DOLLARS A YEAR.</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style='width: 100%;' /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 700px;"><a name="OAKLEIGH" id="OAKLEIGH"></a> +<img src="images/ill_002.jpg" width="700" height="559" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<h2>OAKLEIGH.</h2> + +<h3>BY ELLEN DOUGLAS DELAND.</h3> + +<h3>CHAPTER I.</h3> + +<p>It was a large house, standing well back from the broad highway that +leads from Brenton to Pelham, so far back, indeed, and at the end of +such a long shady drive, that it could not be seen for some few minutes +after turning in from the road.</p> + +<p>The approach was pretty, the avenue winding through the trees, with an +occasional glimpse of the meadows beyond. The road forked where the +trees ended, and encircled the lawn, or the "heater-piece" as the family +called it, it being in the exact shape of a flatiron. The house stood on +high ground, and there were no trees very near.</p> + +<p>It was a white house with green blinds, solid and substantial looking. +The roof of the piazza was upheld by tall white columns, and vines +growing at either end relieved the bareness. On the southern side of the +house a small conservatory had been added. On the other side the ground +sloped to the Charles River, though in summer one could see only the +water from the upper windows, because of the trees which grew so thick +upon the banks.</p> + +<p>This was Oakleigh, the home of the Franklins, so named<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_642" id="Page_642">[Pg 642]</a></span> because of a +giant oak-tree which spread its huge branches not far from the back of +the house.</p> + +<p>As to the Franklins, there were five of them, and they were all +assembled on the front porch.</p> + +<p>Though it was the last day of April, spring was unusually early for +Massachusetts this year, and the day was warm and clear, suggesting +summer and delightful possibilities of out-door fun.</p> + +<p>Edith, the eldest, sat with her work. It was unusual work for a girl of +barely sixteen. A large old-fashioned basket was on the floor by her +side, with piles of children's clothes in it, and she was slowly and +laboriously darning a stocking over a china egg.</p> + +<p>The children had no mother, and a good deal devolved upon Edith.</p> + +<p>Jack and Cynthia, the twins, came next in age, and they were just +fourteen. They looked alike though Jack was much the taller of the two, +and his hair did not curl so tightly as Cynthia's. She sat on the steps +of the piazza. Her sailor hat was cast on the ground at her feet, and +her pretty golden-brown hair was, as usual, somewhat awry.</p> + +<p>It was one of the trials of Edith's life that Cynthia's hair would not +keep smooth.</p> + +<p>Jack lay at full length on the grass, sometimes flat on his back, +staring at the sky, sometimes rolling over, the more easily to address +his sisters.</p> + +<p>Jack had a project in his mind, and was very much in earnest. Cynthia, +of course, was already on his side—she had known of it from the first +moment the idea popped into his head, but Edith had just been told, and +she needed convincing.</p> + +<p>Janet and Willy, "the children," were playing at the other end of the +porch. They were only six and five, and did not count in the family +discussions.</p> + +<p>"There's money in it, I'm sure," said Jack; "and if I can only get +father to agree with me and advance some money, I can pay him back in +less than a year."</p> + +<p>"Papa hasn't much money to spare just now," said Edith, "and I have +always heard that there was a good deal of risk about raising chickens +from an incubator."</p> + +<p>"My dear girl," returned Jack, with an air of lofty authority, "allow me +to say that you don't know much about it. I've been reading upon hens +for two days, and I find that, allowing for all risks—bad eggs, +inexperience, weasels, and skunks, and diseases, you're sure to make +some profit at the end of a year. Now, I'm late in thinking of it, I +know. To-morrow is the 1st of May, and I couldn't get more than three +hatches this summer, but that would probably pay the cost of the +incubator. I can get a first-rate one for forty dollars, and I can buy +one 'brooder.' If I bought one I could make the others like it."</p> + +<p>"But your eggs?" said Edith. "You would have to pay a great deal for +eggs."</p> + +<p>"Eggs would be about five or six dollars a hundred, and it takes two +hundred to fill the machine. I should want to get a fine breed, of +course—Brahmas, or Cochins, or Leghorns, probably, and they cost more; +but, you see, when they begin to lay, there comes my money right back to +me."</p> + +<p>"When they do," said Edith, sceptically.</p> + +<p>"Edith, don't be so mean!" cried Cynthia. "Jack wants to begin to make +money, and I think he's right. I'm going to help him all I can, and we +want you to be on our side to help talk over papa. He is always telling +Jack that he'll soon have to begin to work, and now here's a chance."</p> + +<p>"Papa wants Jack to make some money to help support us when he is old +enough, but he wants him to finish his education first, of course. And I +am sure he doesn't want him to lay out a lot of money, as he would have +to do in raising hens."</p> + +<p>"That's just like a girl," said Jack, scornfully. "Don't you know that +there's always a lot of risk in anything you undertake, and you've got +to take the chances? There are very few things you don't have to put +money into."</p> + +<p>"Of course, for a grown man. But a boy of your age ought to work for a +salary, or something of that sort—not go investing."</p> + +<p>Cynthia stirred uneasily. She knew this was just the wrong thing to say +to Jack. Unfortunately, Edith was so apt to say the wrong thing.</p> + +<p>Jack sprang to his feet. "There's no use arguing with girls. I may be a +'boy of my age,' but I've got some sense, and I know there's money in +this. I'm not going to say another word about it to anybody until father +comes home, and I can talk it over with him."</p> + +<p>And Jack walked off around the corner of the house, whistling to Ben and +Chester, the two big setters, to follow him, which they did with joyful +alacrity.</p> + +<p>"There!" exclaimed Cynthia, "now he's gone off mad. I don't see why you +said that, Edith."</p> + +<p>"Said what? I'm sure it is true. The idea of a boy of his age—"</p> + +<p>"There you go again. Jack may be young, but he is trying awfully hard to +help papa, and you needn't go twitting him about his age."</p> + +<p>"I'm sure I never meant to twit him," said Edith; "and I think he's +awfully touchy. But it is half past four, Cynthia, and time to go meet +papa. Won't you be sure to brush your hair and put on a fresh neck-tie +or something? You do look so untidy. That skirt is all frayed out around +the bottom."</p> + +<p>"Oh, bother my hair and my neck-tie, and everything else!" cried +Cynthia, though with perfect good-nature. "Edith, you make such a fuss! +Shall I go meet papa?"</p> + +<p>"No, I'll go; but I wish you would order the horse. Now, Cynthia, don't +forget your hair, will you? Papa hates to see you untidy."</p> + +<p>For answer Cynthia banged the screen-door as she disappeared into the +house and walked through the wide hall, humming as she went.</p> + +<p>"What shall I do with these children?" sighed Edith to herself, as she +laid down the stocking, mended at last, and prepared to put up her work. +"I'm sure I do the best I can, and what I think our mother would have +liked, but it is very hard. If Cynthia only would be more neat!"</p> + +<p>A loud crash interrupted her thoughts. At the end of the piazza, where +the children had been playing, was a mass of chairs and tables, while +from the midst of the confusion came roars of pain, anger, and fright.</p> + +<p>"What <i>is</i> the matter?" cried Edith, running to the scene, and +overturning her work-basket in her flight.</p> + +<p>It took several minutes to extricate the screaming children, set them on +their feet, and ascertain that no bones were broken.</p> + +<p>"Get the red oil!" shrieked Janet; "that naughty boy has killed me! I'm +dead! I'm dead! Get the red oil!"</p> + +<p>"It's no such a thing!" shouted Willy. "I didn't do it, and I'm dead, +too. Ugh! I'm all bludge. Get the red oil!"</p> + +<p>Cynthia had witnessed the scene from the window, and appeared just in +time with the bottle of red oil, the panacea for all the Franklin bumps +and bruises.</p> + +<p>"What were you doing, you naughty children?" said Edith, as she wiped +the "bludge" from Willy's lips, and found that it came from a very small +scratch, while Janet was scarcely hurt at all.</p> + +<p>"We were only playing cars, and Willy <i>would</i> ride on the engine, and +made it topple over, and—"</p> + +<p>"It's no such a thing!" interposed Willy. "Girls don't know nothin' +'bout steam-cars, and Janet went and put her feet on the back of my +chair, and—"</p> + +<p>He was interrupted by a blow from Janet's small fat fist, which he +immediately returned in kind, and then both began to scream.</p> + +<p>"Yon are both as bad as you can be, and I've a good mind to send you to +bed," said Edith, severely, shaking Janet as she spoke.</p> + +<p>Janet cast herself upon Cynthia. "Edith's horrid to us! She is so cross. +Cynthia, don't let her send us to bed. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hit Willy; +I'm sorry we upset the chairs; I'm sorry for everything."</p> + +<p>"Well, here comes the horse, and I must go," said Edith. "Oh, look at my +basket!"</p> + +<p>And it was indeed a sight. Spools, scissors, china eggs, stockings, +everything lay in wild confusion on the floor.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_643" id="Page_643">[Pg 643]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Never mind. I'll pick them up," said Cynthia. "Don't bother about them, +Edith. The children will help me. Come along, Willy and Janet. Let's see +which can find the most spools."</p> + +<p>Edith looked back doubtfully as, having put on her hat, she got into the +carriage. What would her basket be like when she next saw it? But it was +kind of Cynthia, and how much better Cynthia managed the children than +she did. What was the reason? She was thinking it over, when she heard +her name called loudly from behind, and, pulling in the horse quickly, +she waited, wondering what had happened now.</p> + +<p>Cynthia came flying down the avenue. "Edith! Edith! Wait a minute! I +forgot to tell you. Don't say anything to papa about Jack's scheme, will +you? Let him tell."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Cynthia, how you frightened me! I thought something dreadful was +the matter."</p> + +<p>"But don't, will you, Edith? Promise! You know—well, Edith, Jack can +explain it so much better himself."</p> + +<p>Cynthia was too kind-hearted to tell Edith that she would spoil it all +if she said anything first, but Edith knew that was what she meant. A +sharp reply was on her lips, but she controlled herself in time.</p> + +<p>"Very well," she said, quietly, "I won't."</p> + +<p>And then she drove on, and Cynthia went back to the house satisfied.</p> + +<p>Edith had a quick, impatient temper, and it was not an easy matter for +her to curb her tongue. Her mother had died five years ago, when she was +but eleven years old. Then an aunt had come to live with them, but she +had lately married and gone to South America, and now there was no one +else, and Edith was considered old enough to keep house and look after +the children.</p> + +<p>The road wound through the woods, with here and there a view of the +river, leading finally into the old New England town and forming its +main street.</p> + +<p>Tall elm-trees shaded the approach to the village, and fine old houses, +with well-kept lawns in front, were to be seen on either side.</p> + +<p>The horse that Edith drove was by no means a fine one, and the old buggy +was somewhat unsteady and rattled alarmingly. In other words, the +Franklins were poor, but they had hosts of friends; and as Edith entered +the village she nodded right and left to the various people she met. +Every one liked the Franklins, and the family had lived at Oakleigh for +generations.</p> + +<p>As she reached the station the train came in. A throng of carriages +filled the broad space in front, and Edith was obliged to draw up at +some little distance from the cars. Presently she saw her father coming +towards her, and with him was an odd little figure, the sight of which +made Edith's heart sink with apprehension.</p> + +<p>"Oh dear! oh dear!" she exclaimed to herself, "if there isn't Aunt +Betsey!"</p> + +<p>Then she shrank back into the corner of the buggy, and watched the +amused glances that were cast upon her relative by all who saw her.</p> + +<p>Miss Betsey Trinkett, of Wayborough, was Edith's great-aunt, and +constituted one of the largest thorns in her side. She was old, she was +odd, she was distinctly conspicuous; and Edith disliked above all things +to be conspicuous.</p> + +<p>Miss Betsey trotted along the platform by her nephew's side, quite +unconscious of the tumult she was raising in the breast of her +grandniece. She was dressed in a short, scant velveteen gown that might +have belonged to her grandmother, and a large bonnet of the same date, +from which hung a figured lace veil. A gay shawl was folded about her +slender shoulders, and Mr. Franklin carried her carpet-bag with the +silver lock and key.</p> + +<p>She waved a welcome to Edith with a mitted hand, and Edith, recovering +herself, nodded in response.</p> + +<p>"How do you do, Aunt Betsey? What a surprise!"</p> + +<p>"Yes, my dear, I like to surprise you now and then. I came up to Boston +town on business, and your father insisted upon my coming out to see you +all. In fact, I knew he would, so I just popped my best cap and my +knitting into my bag, along with some little things for you children, +and here I am."</p> + +<p>And she stepped nimbly into the buggy, followed by Mr. Franklin.</p> + +<p>"We shall be a 'Marblehead couple,'" he said, as he balanced himself on +the seat and took the reins.</p> + +<p>Edith detested "Marblehead couples," otherwise driving three on a seat, +and she hid herself as much as possible in her corner, and hoped that +people would not know she was there.</p> + +<p>Miss Betsey chatted away with her nephew, and in time the three miles +were covered, and they turned into the Oakleigh drive. Edith had +recovered somewhat by this time, having been engaged in scolding herself +all the way from the village for her uncordial feelings.</p> + +<p>The others welcomed Aunt Betsey most cordially. Her carpet-bag always +contained some rare treat for the little ones; and, besides, they were a +hospitable family.</p> + +<p>"But come with me, girls," said Miss Betsey, mysteriously, when she had +bestowed her gifts. "There is something I want to consult you about."</p> + +<p>She trotted up the long flight of stairs to her accustomed room with the +springiness of a young girl, Edith and Cynthia following her. She closed +the door behind them, and seating herself in the rocking-chair, looked +at them solemnly.</p> + +<p>"Do you remark anything different about my appearance?"</p> + +<p>"Why, of course, Aunt Betsey!" exclaimed Cynthia; "your hair!"</p> + +<p>"Well, I want to know! Cynthy, you are very smart. You get it from your +great-grandmother Trinkett, for whom you were named. Well, what do you +think of it?"</p> + +<p>Edith had hastened to the closet, and was opening drawers and removing +garments from the hooks in apparently a sudden desire for neatness. In +reality she was convulsed with laughter.</p> + +<p>Cynthia controlled herself, and replied, with gravity, "Did it grow +there?"</p> + +<p>Miss Betsey rocked with satisfaction, her hands folded in her velveteen +lap.</p> + +<p>"I knew it was a success. No one would ever know it, would they? My +dears, I bought it to-day in Boston town. The woman told me it looked +real natural. I don't know as I like the idea exactly of wearing other +people's hair, but one has to keep up with the times, and mine was +getting very scant. Silas said to me the other night, said he, 'Betsey, +strikes me your hair isn't as thick as it used to be.' That set me +thinking, and I remember I'd heard tell of these frontispieces, and I +then and there made up some business I'd have to come to Boston town +about, and here I am. I bought two while I was about it. The woman said +it was a good plan, in case one got lost or rumpled, and here it is in +this box. Just lay it away carefully for me, Cynthy, my dear."</p> + +<p>The old lady's thin and grayish locks had been replaced by a false front +of smooth brown, with puffs at the side, and a nice white part of most +unnatural straightness down the middle.</p> + +<p>"You see, I like to please Silas," she continued. "I'll tell you again, +as I've told you before, girls, Silas Green and I we've been keeping +steady company now these forty years. But I can't give up the view from +my sitting-room windows to go and live at his house on the other hill, +and he can't give up the view from his best-room windows to come and +live at my house. We've tried and tried, and we can't either of us give +up. And so he just comes every Sunday night to see me, as he's done +these forty years, and I guess it'll go on a while longer."</p> + +<p>They were interrupted by the sound of the tea bell.</p> + +<p>Miss Betsey hastily settled her cap over the new front, and they all +went down stairs, Cynthia pinching Edith to express her feelings, and +longing to tell Jack about Aunt Betsey's latest.</p> + +<p>But they found Jack having an animated discussion with his father, his +thoughts on business plans intent.</p> + +<p>Cynthia anxiously surveyed the two, and she feared from appearances that +Mr. Franklin did not intend to yield.</p> + +<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_644" id="Page_644">[Pg 644]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="LIFE_IN_A_LIGHT-HOUSE" id="LIFE_IN_A_LIGHT-HOUSE"></a>LIFE IN A LIGHT-HOUSE.</h2> + +<h3>BY A. J. ENSIGN.</h3> + +<p>A cold biting west wind was blowing. The sea close under the beach was +smooth and steel blue, and the breakers reared their white crests +slowly, falling in dull booms of muttered thunder. Beyond the rollers a +wide expanse of ice-hard gray water swept away to the iron line of the +horizon, where strange shapes of writhing billows tossed against the +glow of the rising moon. Half a dozen stars of the first magnitude swam +in moisture in the zenith, and far away in the west a smudge of black +cloud, touched on its lower edge with blood red, kept the record of the +swift winter sunset.</p> + +<p>"It will blow from the south'ard and east'ard afore mornin', an' it'll +snow," said the light-house keeper, as he peered out into the growing +gloom, pierced as it was by the rays of the lamp which he had set +burning half an hour before.</p> + +<p>"Ay," said his assistant, "an' we'll have fog, too, I'm thinkin'."</p> + +<p>"Well, get steam up for the siren, an' stan' by fur trouble afore dawn."</p> + +<p>The predictions of both men came true. Before two o'clock in the morning +the wind had shifted to the southeast, and was blowing a gale. Great +tangled masses of brown cloud were flying across the sky at terrific +speed, and in and out of the rifts shot the red moon flaming like a +comet. The breakers no longer reared and fell slowly, but hurled +themselves in shrieking masses of foam upon the stricken beach. A +yelling as of ten thousand evil spirits surrounded the caged lantern; +but the great yellow light blazed out its warning upon the black waters. +But not for long; for out of the southeast swept the impenetrable gray +fog that no light could pierce. Then the hoarse moaning blast of the +steam-siren sent its cry of warning out over the raging waters. At four +o'clock the gale was terrific, and ever and anon the shriek of a +steam-whistle told that some vessel was groping her way toward the +entrance to the harbor. Suddenly the whistle burst into a series of +rapid screams.</p> + +<p>"Wake up, Tom!" shouted the assistant keeper, who was on watch. "There's +a tug out yonder that's parted the hawser of her tow."</p> + +<p>The keeper sprang to his feet and listened to the despairing screams of +the whistle out in the fog.</p> + +<p>"You're right!" he exclaimed. "And whatever's gone adrift'll be ashore +in less than an hour. They'll never hear those whistles at the station +with the wind in this quarter."</p> + +<p>He jumped to the telephone and called up the life-saving station a mile +above.</p> + +<p>"There's a tug off here," he said, "and she's lost her tow."</p> + +<p>"All right," came the answer; "we'll look out for 'em."</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 380px;"> +<img src="images/ill_003.jpg" width="380" height="500" alt="TAKEN ASHORE IN A BREECHES-BUOY." title="" /> +<span class="caption">TAKEN ASHORE IN A BREECHES-BUOY.</span> +</div> + +<p>Half an hour later a big three-masted coal barge, which thirty years +earlier had been an English bark, was in the breakers half a mile above +the life-saving station; but owing to the sharp lookout for her, all her +people, three men, a boy, and a woman, were taken ashore safely in the +breeches buoy. At sunup the other barge, which had been in tow of the +tug, was seen three miles offshore hove to under her leg-of-mutton +canvas. She was picked up by an incoming steamer, and towed into the +harbor.</p> + +<p>That is a sample of the experience of a light-house keeper whose light +is on the land. He has a comparatively comfortable berth; but all lights +are not so pleasantly situated. Some are situated at considerable +distances from the shore, on dangerous reefs. Most of the houses so +situated are built on iron-screw piles, like those at Thimble Shoals, +Virginia, Fowey Rocks, Alligator Reef, and Sombrero Key, Florida. These +houses stand on iron legs, which are screwed down into the rocks on the +bottom, and the keeper's only means of leaving his confined dwelling is +by the boat, which swings at davits, as it would aboard a ship. It has +been found that a light-house built in this manner will stand the shocks +of heavy weather much better than one made of solid masonry. The storm +wave of the Atlantic Ocean travels at the rate of about thirty miles an +hour, and when one of these waves, towering from fifteen to thirty-five +feet, strikes an obstacle, such as a light-house, it deals a blow whose +force can be measured only in hundreds of tons. The iron-screw +pile-house, however, is elevated far enough above the level of the sea +to escape the blows of the waves, which meet with no greater resistance +than that offered by the slender legs of the structure.</p> + +<p>Let us imagine the experience of a keeper of one of these lights in a +great storm. It is September. All day the sea has been deathly calm, but +with a slow swell of ominous breadth and weight. The sky has been of a +dead gray color, and has seemed to hang so low that one might almost +reach it from the top of the lantern. Toward night the wind begins to +come in fitful gusts that moan around the light-house like the voices of +warning spirits. The keeper goes out on the balcony and looks anxiously +around the horizon. He knows that they are in for a bad night, and he +knows that even iron-screw light-houses have been carried away in great +gales. But he goes calmly and carefully about his work. He sees that the +boat and all other objects outside the house are well secured. He sees +the lamp well supplied with oil and trimmed wicks. He gives the lenses +and reflectors a few more affectionate rubs, and as the sun goes down +fire-red into a crimson sea he lights the wicks and goes down to his +supper.</p> + +<p>The gusts of wind outside increase in number and in force. Strange +shriekings and moanings break from the crannies of the light-house. It +is blowing half a gale now, and the sea is beginning to rise. Fiercer +and fiercer become the blasts. The light-house begins to vibrate like a +fiddle. A strange humming, as of the giant strings of some enormous +Æolian harp, is added to the shriller screams of the wind. It is the +gale singing through the iron legs and braces of the structure. And now +a squall more violent than any that have preceded it comes yelling +across the sea. It tears the foaming crests off half a dozen waves, and +sends them swirling down to leeward in shivering sheets of snowy +spoondrift. With fearful force the blast strikes the light-house, at the +same time hurling some of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_645" id="Page_645">[Pg 645]</a></span> the spoondrift against its weather side with +a crash. What was that? Did the whole building sway?</p> + +<p>The keeper shuts his lips tightly and goes up to look at the lamp. It is +burning brightly. He descends again, and puts on his oil-skins and +sou'wester. Waiting for a lull in the gale, he bolts out upon the +balcony, hastily closing the door behind him. For a moment he stands, +clinging with all his might to the iron railing, while the mad wind +seems to try to strip his clothing from him. How the building trembles +under the furious assaults of the wind! What an awful roar the +conflicting elements make around its iron walls! The keeper's eyes are +half blinded by the driving rain and salt spray. But he can see by the +light of the faithful lamp above him towering walls of black and shining +water sweeping down out of the fathomless darkness beyond as if to +engulf his little refuge. They rush forward and disappear within the +circle of gloom below the light, and the next instant he hears them +hissing and shrieking around the sturdy iron leg.</p> + +<p>There! There is the monster wave of all, heaving its mighty crest +twenty-five feet, so that the keeper sees it level with his eyes as he +gazes, fascinated. It is coming, it is coming. Ah, it is too big to pass +the reef without breaking. See! It has toppled over, and goes boiling +under the gallery in a wild mass of ghostly foam. The keeper shivers a +little, shakes his head, and goes back to his warm room, muttering a +prayer for the safety of the sailors on the sea. You and I would mutter +one for our own, perhaps, if we stood on a swaying balcony above a +storm-torn ocean.</p> + +<p>Before morning the keeper hears the report of a gun. He knows too well +the meaning of that sound. It is a signal of distress. He rushes out on +the balcony again, and sees the dim form of a dismasted ship driving +upon the reef. What can he do? Not a thing. He calls up his assistants, +and they helplessly watch the vessel strike. They hear the cries of her +people. They see the waves burst over her in great clouds of seething +spray. Suddenly one of the men utters a shout.</p> + +<p>"See! There's a spar driving down on us with some one on it."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 381px;"> +<img src="images/ill_004.jpg" width="381" height="500" alt="A RESCUE FROM THE LIGHT." title="" /> +<span class="caption">A RESCUE FROM THE LIGHT.</span> +</div> + +<p>Now the keeper and his assistants can do something, and they move with +the rapidity of men whose wits are accustomed to the emergencies of the +deep. Projecting from one side of the house is an iron arm, at the end +of which hang a block and tackle. This is used for hoisting supplies +from the boat which brings them off. Quickly a line is fastened around +the hook at the bottom of the tackle. This is to give the shipwrecked +mariner something by which to hold. The broken and half-buried spar +sweeps down toward the light-house. Two men are clinging to it with the +strength of despair. The tackle is lowered, and as the spar drives +against one of the stout iron legs of the light-house one of the two men +catches the rope, and is quickly hauled up to the gallery. At once the +tackle is lowered again, and the other man is hauled up. Half blind, +half drowned, staggering with exhaustion, they are taken into the house +where warm drinks and dry clothing revive them. Then they sit beside the +stove and tell the dreadful story of the wreck, while the howling of the +wind, the thunder of the seas, and the swaying of the house remind them +all that the storm still rages without.</p> + +<p>Finally the great gale ends, and gradually the sea goes down. The +shipwrecked seamen are anxious to reach land, and the light-house +keeper, upon whose stores two extra mouths make serious inroads, is +willing to have them go. Late in the afternoon of the third day they see +smoke on the horizon. By-and-by the smoke appears to rise from a little +black speck. Gradually the speck grows larger, and at length it assumes +the outlines of a small steam-vessel.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 372px;"> +<img src="images/ill_005.jpg" width="372" height="500" alt="RECEIVING SUPPLIES IN CALM WEATHER." title="" /> +<span class="caption">RECEIVING SUPPLIES IN CALM WEATHER.</span> +</div> + +<p>"That's her," says the keeper. "Now you'll be able to get ashore."</p> + +<p>"Is it the tender?" asks one of the wrecked sailors.</p> + +<p>"Yes," says the keeper. "She was due here just about the time the gale +set in."</p> + +<p>It is the stanch little light-house tender, whose duty it is to visit +the various lights in her district, and replenish their supplies. Many a +rough time she has at sea, and many a narrow escape; but the pressing +necessities of the keepers of the isolated lights embolden the captains +of tenders to brave many dangers. The tender is alongside<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_646" id="Page_646">[Pg 646]</a></span> the +light-house in due time, and the tackle which so lately saved human +lives hoists up boxes of provisions, cans of oil, and other articles. +The two shipwrecked sailors are put aboard the tender to be landed at +the nearest port, and in a short time the little vessel is once more a +smudge of smoke upon the horizon.</p> + +<p>And so let us bid good-by to the light-house and the keeper. We know now +that he is a brave and faithful fellow, who, if need be, will lower away +his little boat, and pull to the rescue of those in danger. We know that +in spring and in summer, in autumn and in winter, in calm or storm, in +clear weather or in fog, in health or in sickness, he will be found +always at his post, always at his duty. We know that when the skies are +clear, and the sea smooth, and the stars bright, the lamp will burn and +send its gentle yellow rays out upon the inky waters to guide the +mariner over the trackless sea. We know that when the gray curtain of +the fog hides the light, the hoarse scream of the steam-siren or brazen +clang of the fog-bell will echo over the water, and warn the sailor +against hidden dangers. For always and everywhere the light-house keeper +is a brave, honest, faithful man; humble, indeed, but the reliance and +the guide of "those who go down to the sea in ships."</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><a name="THE_CAMERA_CLUB" id="THE_CAMERA_CLUB"></a> +<img src="images/ill_006.jpg" width="600" height="193" alt="THE CAMERA CLUB" title="" /> +</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>This Department is conducted in the interest of Amateur +Photographers, and the Editor will be pleased to answer any +question on the subject so far as possible. Correspondents should +address Editor Camera Club Department.</p></div> + +<h3>PAPERS FOR BEGINNERS, No. 6.</h3> + +<h3>SIMPLE DEVELOPMENT.</h3> + +<p>A girl who was taking her first lesson in developing said that +developing was dozens of "whens" and "ifs," and one must learn them all +at once or else spoil all one's plates.</p> + +<p>Our first directions for development will not be with the kind of +pictures which the beginner usually takes, but the kind he ought to +take, and which are simplest and easiest to develop. These are time +landscape pictures.</p> + +<p>By time pictures is meant those which are taken with a short-time +exposure instead of with a drop-shutter in bright sunlight. The day for +making a successful time picture is when the sky is slightly clouded and +the light soft, so that there are no deep shadows.</p> + +<p>The picture being made, and everything ready for development, remove the +plate from the holder and lay it face up in the tray. Turn the +developer—which is ready in the glass graduate—quickly over the plate, +taking great care that the whole surface is flooded instantly. If the +developer is not applied uniformly patches will appear on the negative +which print darker, the dark spots being where the developer did not +reach the plate as quickly as it did the other parts.</p> + +<p>As soon as the developer has covered the plate, move the tray gently to +and fro, tipping it this way and that, but not enough to expose the +plate. In about a half-minute the high lights will begin to appear. The +high lights are those parts of the plate which have been exposed to the +strongest light, and which will show white, or light, in the printed +picture. The sky, which has reflected the strongest light, will appear +first. It will show as black patches here and there at one edge of the +plate.</p> + +<p>By the time the sky is well out other objects will begin to show, those +which were in the deepest shadow will be the longest coming out. After +the image is well defined on the plate, lift it carefully from the tray +and look through it toward the light, holding rather near the lantern so +as to see if the detail is out.</p> + +<p>To explain what is meant by detail, we will suppose that there is a mass +of shrubbery in the picture. If this part of the picture is developed +far enough, the lights and shadows and the forms of the bushes will show +when the plate is looked at against the light, but if the glass is clear +there is no detail, and the development has not been carried far enough. +It must be put back in the developer and allowed to remain longer.</p> + +<p>When the plate has been sufficiently developed, which will be in from +three to five minutes, the yellow color will begin to fade, and the +outlines, which have been quite sharp, will grow dim. At this point, if +one looks at the plate the picture can be quite distinctly seen on the +back.</p> + +<p>Take the plate from the developer, rinse it thoroughly in clean water, +and place it, film side up, in the tray of hypo solution, which is made +by dissolving 1 oz. of hyposulphite of soda in 4 oz. of water.</p> + +<p>This bath, which is usually called the fixing-bath, though the proper +term would be clearing-bath, removes from the negative the sensitive +silver salts which have not been affected by light or by development, +and makes the image permanent. After the plate has remained in the +clearing-bath for five minutes it will be found on looking at the back +of the plate that the yellow color has almost entirely disappeared, +leaving on the glass the clear image of the landscape. The plate should +remain in the hypo for ten minutes, so that the salts of silver may be +thoroughly dissolved, or the plates will look streaked, and will not +make satisfactory prints.</p> + +<p>The plate must next be washed to remove all traces of hypo. Hypo stains +the negative, and if not thoroughly washed out is apt to form again in +crystals and ruin the negative.</p> + +<p>An hour is long enough to wash the negative in running water, and two +hours, with four or five changes of water, where there is no running +water. When the negative has been washed long enough, take a small wad +of soft cotton, and holding both plate and cotton in the water wipe the +film gently with the cotton to remove any dirt which may have settled in +the film. If one has no drying-rack set the plate on a shelf, with the +film side toward the wall to avoid the settling of dust in the film.</p> + +<p>When the negative is dry, place it in an envelope, number and mark it, +and place it in some place where it may be found without trouble.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="BILL_TYBEE_AND_THE_BULL" id="BILL_TYBEE_AND_THE_BULL"></a>BILL TYBEE AND THE BULL.</h2> + +<h3>YARN OF A WHALEMAN ON SHORE.</h3> + +<h3>BY W. J. HENDERSON.</h3> + +<p>"And didn't yeou never have nothin' more to do with whalin'?" asked +Farmer Joe.</p> + +<p>"Oh, well," Handsome answered, "I never said that I gave up whaling for +good and all. You know, sailors never know when they're well off."</p> + +<p>"Waal," said Farmer Joe, "it 'pears to me that this 'ere's abaout a good +time to tell us some more on 't."</p> + +<p>"Did I ever tell you about going whaling on shore?"</p> + +<p>"Git aout!" exclaimed Farmer Joe.</p> + +<p>"You don't believe it, eh? Did you never hear of Amagansett, Long +Island? That's where all good whalemen go when they get to be too old to +go to sea. They have their boats there, and when a whale heaves in sight +off shore they put right out through the surf, and generally there's one +dead whale in those parts when they come back. But it isn't about that +I'm going to tell you, because chasing whales in boats is all the same +whether you start from shore or a ship. But down there's where I met old +Bill Tybee."</p> + +<p>"Who were he?" asked Farmer Joe.</p> + +<p>"He was a very old sailor, who'd quit the sea, and was running a sort of +express business. That is, he had a horse and wagon, and used to cart +things for people. He was a great old chap, I tell you, and the yarns he +used to tell would have scraped barnacles off the back door of the North +Pole. His horse was so old he couldn't move at any pace except a sort of +dog-trot, and the wagon rumbled and squeaked like a fife-and-drum corps. +One day I said to Bill that I'd like to know why he didn't get a new +horse<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_647" id="Page_647">[Pg 647]</a></span> and wagon, and then he told me a regular hair-twister. I'm going +to tell it to you, and I'm going to tell it just the way Bill told it to +me."</p> + +<p>Handsome shifted his seat a foot or two, took a round turn around his +foot and tested the splice which he had been making, and then screwing +his face up in imitation of "old Bill Tybee," he began.</p> + +<p>"Git a new hoss an' waggin, hey? I ain't no dude. Nex' thing I 'spect +you'll be wantin' me to run a tally-hoo coach to take beach-combers out +a clam-diggin'. New hoss an' waggin! Say, I had 'em oncet, an' I don't +want 'em no more. I got all the trouble I want now, without havin' a +cantankerous young colt a tryin' to jump fences with me an' the waggin. +Say, I'm goin' to tell you 'bout the new hoss an' waggin I had oncet, +an' then I leave it to you, if you was me an' I was you, would you try +it on some more. 'Bout two year ago come Thanksgivin' I got so sot up in +bizness that I bought Farmer Hiram Smoggs's brown colt, that were jes +seven year old that fall, an' his one-hoss farm waggin wot Fin Dooley +had jes painted redder'n a new can-buoy on the starboard side o' a ship +channel. I gave him this 'ere hoss an' waggin wot I'm a-drivin' now to +boot. Werry good. I got aboard my new waggin, and h'isted my whip, an' +whistled the 'Star-Spangled Banner,' and sez I, 'Thar, gol bust ye, +you're in commission, ye wall-sided hooker,' sez I. Then I got under way +fur my fust cruise. It were plain sailin' gittin' out o' the harbor, +an', as the weather were fair with a stiddy wind, I let the colt go +along under plain sail. Waal, I hadn't gone more'n a couple o' cable +lengths w'en ole Widdy Moriarty she comes down to the sea-wall on her +place, an' sings out to me. So I hove the colt to, an' I axes her, +'Wot's up, mate?' An' she says she wants me fur to take a box o' heggs +down to the Fraser Bellew's grocery store. So I filled away on the colt, +an' luffed up alongside o' the sea-wall, an' made him fast to a pile wot +were stickin' up. I got the heggs, an' stowed 'em right forrard in the +forepeak o' the waggin. I got aboard, an' filled away on my course +ag'in.</p> + +<p>"Werry good. Nex' I war hove to by Pete Maguff, a cullud man, who put a +bar'l o' maple syrup aboard. Then Jim Penn he puts in a bar'l o' flour +fur me to take back to ole man Bellew 'cos 'twarn't the right kind. Them +two bar'ls pooty nigh filled up the whole waist o' the waggin. +Howsumever, w'en Hank Mosher axed me to take a bar'l o' apples aboard I +carkilated I could git her under the break o' the tailboard, an' I did. +Pussonally, I war now usin' the box o' heggs fur a bridge, an' were +a-steerin' the colt from there. Bein' loaded right down to the +Plimsoll's mark, I didn't go to crackin' on sail, but let the colt go +along under his lower tops'ls like. All right, sez you. But allus keep a +bright lookout fur squalls, sez I. Werry good. I hadn't logged off +more'n half a knot w'en Farmer Powley's ten-acre pasture were on my +starboard hand, an' his black-an'-white bull, Napoleon Bonyparty, were +standin' plum in the middle o' the same. Now w'en that 'ere bull seed +that 'ere red waggin he knowed it warn't the ole merchant hooker wot +he'd seed me a-steerin' up an' down that road so long. Nope; he med up +his mind it were a foreign cruiser, an' sez he to hisself, 'This are +where I shows 'em wot kind o' a coast-defense ram I are.' So he blowed +one whistle, hooked on, an' come down the field under forced draught, +turnin' up a mos' terrible starn wave o' dust on account o' the pasture +bein' werry shallow water. I hailed him, an' told him it war me, but he +couldn't hear nothin'. All he could do war to see a red waggin. So, +seein' that he war a-goin' to ram, I ups an' I lets fall to'gallants an' +royals onto the colt, an' away we went dead afore the wind at a +twelve-knot gait. The bull didn't stop fur to jump the fence. He jes +went through it. Now it were a starn chase right up the hill.</p> + +<p>"Werry good. But afore I'd got fur I heard a thump, an' lookin' round I +seed Hank Mosher's bar'l o' apples'd bounced out over the starn, an' +were a-rollin' down the hill at a ginerally lively gait. Gosh! You'd ort +to see the bull clear that bar'l. Say, flyin'-fish would have to take +lessons from him. Waal, havin' lightened ship by losin' some o' my cargo +I reckoned I'd make better speed; but I didn't seem to gain werry much +onto the bull. He follered me right slap inter town, an' then there war +a sort o' grand general mixification, sich as never war seed afore or +sence.</p> + +<p>"Fust place, everybody begin fur to yell. One sez murder, an' another +sez fire. Wimmen screeched an' boys hollered, an' the bull he bellered +louder'n any on 'em. Jehosaphat Book, the cullud dominie, he run out an' +tried to jump inter the waggin. Jes at that minute the bar'l o' flour +give a bounce up in the air. The head o' the bar'l fell out, an' the +bar'l, flour, an' all came down over Jehosaphat's head. Afore he could +git it off the bull war there, an' he jes picked up Jehos an' his bar'l +an' fired 'em right through the winder o' the school-haouse. Jehos +landed in the middle o' the floor, an' comin' out o' the bar'l he war +all white. The chillen set up a yell, 'Ghost! ghost!' an' afore the +teacher knowed wot'd happened school war out. Jehos picked hisself up, +an' saw hisself in the lookin'-glass. Then he let out a squeal an' +started fur the street. He thort he'd turned white.</p> + +<p>"But that warn't the wust of 't. That there bar'l o' apples a-rollin' +down-hill had fetched up ag'in the feet o' Blind Billy Bunker's team o' +mules, an' they'd started off on a dead run with bar'l hoops a flappin' +round their legs. They came into town a quarter o' a mile astarn o' me, +and jes in time to meet Jehos w'en he come out in the street all white. +He scared them mules so bad that they stopped right in their tracks, an' +Billy Bunker war shot off the seat o' his waggin an' out into the road +on his head. He got up an' made a grab fur the fust thing that he could +feel, an' it were Jehos. Billy war so mad that he punched Jehos's head +an' Jehos punched back, an' there was the cullud minister, all white, +a-fightin' in the middle o' the street with a blind man. An' the sheriff +he came along an' arrested 'em both, an' Jedge Sooter fined Jehos five +dollars fur disturbin' o' the peace, w'en he'd ort to have fined the +bull.</p> + +<p>"But that warn't the wust of 't. All this time me an' the bull was still +a-goin'. Somebody'd hollered fire, an' somebody else'd run off to the +fire-engine house, an' told 'em that they'd got to come quick or the +whole bloomin' town'd go. Jes then the red waggin hit a stone in the +middle o' the street, an' she pitched so hard she hove her tailboard +right up into the air an' overboard. That tailboard were jes as red as +anythin', an' w'en the bull seed it soarin' in the air like a ole-time +round shell with a navy time-fuse, he jes got clean crazy. He ketched it +onto his horns, an' lowerin' his head scraped up about two tons o' dust, +an' hove dust an' all right through the big front winder o' Jeremiah +Boggs's book an' newspaper store. The firemen seein' all the dust, +thought it war smoke, an' they comes up with their engine an' lets drive +a stream o' water a foot thick right through the hole in the winder, an' +completely sp'iled the whole shop.</p> + +<p>"But that warn't the wust of 't. Jeremiah's brindle bull-dog were asleep +under the counter, an' that there stream o' water hit him ca-plum in the +middle o' the back. He let out one yell, an' out o' the shop he went an' +down the street all drippin' wet an' squealin' like a pig. Everybody wot +seed him hollered 'Mad dog! mad dog!' An' then ole Willum Henry Peet, +the constable, he got clean rattled, an' pulled out his rewolwer an' +beginned to shoot all over the country. As me an' the bull was still +a-goin' I didn't see that, but I could hear it. Waal, Willum Henry's +shootin' started up some other folks, an' putty soon there war a whole +rigimint o' people out in the street a-shootin', an' not hittin' +anythin' 'ceptin' winders, w'ich the same they busted forty-seven. The +firemen findin' they'd made a mistake, an' there warn't no fire, said as +how Jeremiah'd sent out a false alarm, an' they started to lick him. +Some o' his friends come to help him, an' in five minutes there war a +reg'lar riot right out in front o' his store.</p> + +<p>"All this time me an' the bull war still a-goin'. I didn't seem to gain +much onto him, so I set the royals an' the stu'ns'ls onto the colt, +although it were werry stormy weather, an' I made up my mind that if +somethin' didn't carry away I'd be able to hold him right where he war. +I had to keep goin' right straight ahead. 'Cos w'y: if I'd 'a' put the +helm hard over fur to turn a corner, I'd 'a' rolled<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_648" id="Page_648">[Pg 648]</a></span> the deck-house +right off'n my red hooker. Waal, a leetle furder up the street we comes +to Peanut Brewer, with his black horse a-standin' dead still. He'd +balked, an' Peanut war sittin' on top o' a load o' hay a-sayin' bad +words at him. Mrs. Mehitabel Saggs's little boy come out with a big +fire-cracker to set off under the hoss an' make him start. At that werry +minute Pete Maguff's bar'l o' maple syrup on my waggin' give a jounce, +and went by the board over the port rail. That there bar'l rolled right +under Peanut's hoss jes as the fire-cracker busted. It sot fire to the +bar'l, an' she blazed right up. 'Now,' sez Peanut, 'my ole black hoss'll +start,' sez he. An' so he did. He started an' went jes fur enough to +pull the waggin' right over the fire, an' then he stopped. Waal, sir, +Peanut had to jump fur his life, fur that load o' hay blazed up in half +a second. The fire company war on the dead run fur home w'en they seed +the blaze, an' down they come at their finest gait, with Jeremiah Boggs +an' his gang astarn o' them, keepin' up a permiskious fire o' stones, +sticks, an' termatter cans an' sich things. Jes then Jeremiah's dog come +around the corner with forty boys a-chasin' him an' yellin' 'Mad dog.' +He run right under Peanut Brewer's black hoss, an' that started him. +Yaas, sir, he got right up onto his hind legs, an' away he went down the +street licketty-split, pullin' a load o' hay on fire. By that time +everybody in town were putty nigh crazy, an' the President o' the +village had telegraphed fur the militia to come."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/ill_007.jpg" width="600" height="374" alt=""ALL THE TIME THE BULL WERE ATTENDIN' STRICTLY TO BIZNESS."" title="" /> +<span class="caption">"ALL THE TIME THE BULL WERE ATTENDIN' STRICTLY TO BIZNESS."</span> +</div> + +<p>"All the time the bull were attendin' strickly to bizness. The colt war +all covered with foam, an' I made up my mind that afore long he war +a-goin' fur to give out, an' me an' the bull would have to settle the +question atween ourselves, in w'ich case the bettin' would all 'a' bin +in favor o' the bull. So I kinder considers a little, an' all on a +suddint I recommembered them heggs. I yanked the top off'n the box, an' +diskivered that most o' the heggs was scrambled—raw—but still +scrambled. Howsumever, there was a few that wasn't. So I took one o' +them an' hove it at the bull. It hit him smack on the middle o' the +forehead. Waal, if he'd been mad afore, he war crazy now. He let out a +roar that made my bones rattle, an' he opened out his last link o' +speed. Now he commenced fur to gain on me, hand over fist; so I made up +my mind to do somethin' desprit. I put the helm hard a-starboard, an' +steered the colt into a narrer channel wot led right down to the bay. +The bull he tried to cut short goin' round the corner, an' he run into +the lamp-post, w'ich the same he knocked clean down into Parker's +basement, where Johannes Pfeiffenschneider, the cobbler, works, an' +scared Johannes so that he sp'iled Miss Beasley's Sunday shoes, an' lost +putty nigh all his trade.</p> + +<p>"Down at the foot o' the street war Mark Rogers's oyster sloop <i>Betsey +Jane</i>, lyin' alongside o' the wharf. On the wharf war about ten million +oyster shells, all piled up. 'Now,' sez I to myself, sez I, 'here's +where I've got to stop the bull.' I steered the colt right straight at +that reef o' shells, trustin' to our speed an' our shaller draft to +carry us right over. There war a smash, crash, biff! an' over we went. +Then I jumped up, grabbed the box o' scrambled heggs, an' hove 'em +straight in the bull's face. Waal, gol bust me if that there bull didn't +look like the gran'father o' all omlets. He was clean blinded fur a +minute, an' he kicked out with all four legs in the middle o' the reef, +till the air war white with flying oyster shells. He kicked so many of +'em into the bay that Mark had to dredge out a new channel. Then he got +his eyes clear a minute an' he seed me a-laffin'. He jes made one jump, +an' he got under the waggin' with his head. The next thing I knowed I +war in the bay. That there bull jes picked up waggin', colt, an' me, an' +he hove us straight off the dock an' into the bay."</p> + +<p>"And what happened after that?" I asked.</p> + +<p>"Waal, we had to swim out, o' course. It killed the colt, that cold bath +arter bein' so heated, an' the waggin' was busted into kindlin' wood. +An' the bull? Oh, yaas, the bull. Waal, he was puffickly satisfied, an' +he went up along the side o' the road an' eat grass jes as if he'd never +did nothin' else in all his life. Now, my son, you know w'y I don't git +a new hoss an' waggin. I bin there, an' w'en I bin to a place wot's not +to my likin' I knows enough not to go back. Git ep!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_649" id="Page_649">[Pg 649]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="SNOW-SHOES_AND_SLEDGES" id="SNOW-SHOES_AND_SLEDGES"></a>SNOW-SHOES AND SLEDGES.</h2> + +<h3>BY KIRK MUNROE.</h3> + +<h3>CHAPTER XXXIII.</h3> + +<h3>LOST IN A MOUNTAIN BLIZZARD.</h3> + +<p>Tired as were the occupants of that lonely camp after a day of +exhausting climbing through the timber, their slumbers were broken and +restless. The uncertainties of the morrow, the peculiar nature of the +road they had yet to travel, and the excitement consequent upon nearing +the end of their journey, which none of them believed to be over fifty +miles away, all combined to render them wakeful and uneasy. So they were +up by the first sign of daylight, and off before sunrise.</p> + +<p>As there were now but three dogs to a sledge, the load of the one driven +by Serge was divided between it and the one that brought up the rear in +charge of Jalap Coombs. A few sticks of dry wood were also placed on +each sledge, so that in crossing the upper ice-fields they might at +least be able to melt snow for drinking purposes.</p> + +<p>"Now for it!" cried Phil, cheerfully, as they emerged from the scanty +timber, and shivered in the chill blast that swept down from the +towering peaks above them. Between two of these was a saddlelike +depression that they took to be the pass, and to it the young leader +determined to guide his little party.</p> + +<p>"Up you go, Musky!" he shouted. "Pull, Luvtuk, my pigeon! Amook, you old +rascal, show what you are good for! A little more work, a little more +hunger, and then rest, with plenty to eat. So stir yourselves and +climb!"</p> + +<p>With this the long whip-lash whistled through the frosty air, and +cracked with a resounding report that would have done credit to the most +expert of Eskimo drivers, for our Phil was no longer a novice in its +use, and with a yelp the dogs sprang forward.</p> + +<p>Up, up, up they climbed, until, as Phil remarked, it didn't seem as +though the top of the world could be very far away. The sun rose, and +flooded the snow-fields with such dazzling radiance that but for their +protecting goggles our travellers must have been completely blinded by +the glare. The deep gulch whose windings they followed held in +summer-time a roaring torrent, but now it was filled with solidly packed +snow from twenty-five to one hundred feet deep.</p> + +<p>As they advanced the gulch grew more and more shallow, until at length +it was merged in a broad uniform slope so steep and slippery that they +were obliged to cut footholds in the snow, and at frequent intervals +carve out little benches two feet wide. From one of these to another +they dragged the sledges, one at a time, with rawhide ropes. Even the +dogs had to be assisted up the glassy incline, on which they could gain +no hold. So arduous was this labor that three hours were spent in +overcoming the last five hundred feet of the ascent. Thus it was long +past noon when, breathless and exhausted, the party reached the summit, +or rather a slope so gentle that the dogs could once more drag the +sledges.</p> + +<p>Here, at an elevation of nearly five thousand feet above the sea, they +paused for breath, for a bite of lunch, and for a last look over the way +they had come. From this elevation their view embraced a sweep of over +one hundred miles of mountain and plain, river and forest. It was so +far-reaching and boundless that it even seemed as if they could take in +the whole vast Yukon Valley, and locate points that common-sense told +them were a thousand miles beyond their range of vision. Grand as was +the prospect, they did not care to look at it long. Time was precious; +the air, in spite of its sunlight, was bitterly chill, and, after all, +the mighty wilderness now behind them held too many memories of +hardship, suffering, and danger to render it attractive.</p> + +<p>So, "Hurrah for the coast!" cried Phil.</p> + +<p>"Hurrah for Sitka!" echoed Serge.</p> + +<p>"Hooray for salt water! Now, bullies, up and at 'em!" roared Jalap +Coombs, expressing a sentiment, and an order to his sailor-bred dogs, in +a breath.</p> + +<p>In a few moments more the wonderful view had disappeared, and the +sledges were threading their way amid a chaos of gigantic bowlders and +snow-covered landslides from the peaks that rose on both sides. There +was no sharp descent from the summit, such as they had hoped to find, +but instead a lofty plateau piled thick with obstructions. About them no +green thing was to be seen, no sign of life; only snow, ice, and +precipitous cliffs of bare rock. The all-pervading and absolute silence +was awful. There was no trail that might be followed, for the hardiest +of natives dared not attempt that crossing in the winter. Even if they +had, their trail would have been obliterated almost<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_650" id="Page_650">[Pg 650]</a></span> as soon as made by +the fierce storms of these altitudes. So their only guide was that of +general direction, which they knew to be south, and to this course Phil +endeavored to hold.</p> + +<p>That night they made a chill camp in the lee of a great bowlder; that +is, in as much of a lee as could be had where the icy blast swept in +circles and eddies from all directions at once. They started a fire, but +its feeble flame was so blown hither and thither that by the time a +kettle of snow was melted, and the ice was thawed from their stew, their +supply of wood was so depleted that they dared not use more. So they ate +their scanty supper without tea, fed the dogs on frozen porridge, and +huddling together for warmth during the long hours of bleak darkness +were thankful enough to welcome the gray dawn that brought them to an +end.</p> + +<p>For three days more they toiled over the terrible plateau, driven to +long detours by insurmountable obstacles, buffeted and lashed by fierce +snow-squalls and ice-laden gales, but ever pushing onward with unabated +courage, expecting with each hour to find themselves descending into the +valley of the Chilcat River. Two of the dogs driven by Serge broke down +so completely that they were mercifully shot. The third dog was added to +Jalap Coombs's team, and the load was divided between the remaining +sledges, while the now useless one was used as firewood. After that Phil +plodded on in advance, and Serge drove the leading team.</p> + +<p>The fourth day of this terrible work was one of leaden clouds and bitter +winds. The members of the little party were growing desperate with cold, +exhaustion, and hunger. Their wanderings had not brought them to a +timber-line, and as poor Phil faced the blast with bowed head and +chattering teeth it seemed to him that to be once more thoroughly warm +would be the perfection of human happiness.</p> + +<p>It was already growing dusk, and he was anxiously casting about for the +sorry shelter of some bowlder behind which they might shiver away the +hours of darkness, when he came to the verge of a steep declivity. His +heart leaped as he glanced down its precipitous face; for, far below, he +saw a dark mass that he knew must be timber. They could not descend at +that point; but he thought he saw one that appeared more favorable a +little further on, and hastened in that direction. He was already some +distance ahead of the slow-moving sledges, and meant to wait for them as +soon as he discovered a place from which the descent could be made.</p> + +<p>Suddenly a whirling, blinding cloud of snow swept down on him with such +fury that to face it and breathe was impossible. Thinking it but a +squall, he turned his back and stood motionless, waiting for it to pass +over. Instead of so doing, it momentarily increased in violence and +density. A sudden darkness came with the storm, and as he anxiously +started back to meet the sledges he could not see one rod before him. He +began to shout, and in a few minutes had the satisfaction of hearing an +answering cry. Directly afterwards Serge loomed through the driving +cloud, urging on his reluctant dogs with voice and whip. The moment they +were allowed to stop, Husky, Luvtuk, and big Amook lay down as though +completely exhausted.</p> + +<p>"We can't go a step further, Phil! We must make camp at once," panted +Serge. "This storm is a regular <i>poorga</i>, and will probably last all +night."</p> + +<p>"But where can we camp?" asked Phil, in dismay. "There is timber down +below, but it looks miles away, and we can't get to it now."</p> + +<p>"No," replied Serge; "we must stay where we are and burrow a hole in +this drift big enough to hold us. We've got to do it in a hurry too."</p> + +<p>So saying, Serge drew his knife, for the outside of the drift close to +which they were halted was so hard packed as to render cutting +necessary, and outlined a low opening. From this he removed an unbroken +slab, and then began to dig furiously in the soft snow beyond.</p> + +<p>In the meantime Phil was wondering why Jalap Coombs did not appear; for +he had supposed him to be close behind Serge; but now his repeated +shoutings gained no reply.</p> + +<p>"He was not more than one hundred feet behind me when the storm began," +said Serge, whose anxiety caused him to pause in his labor, though it +was for the preservation of their lives.</p> + +<p>"He must be in some trouble," said Phil, "and I am going back to find +him."</p> + +<p>"You can't go alone!" cried Serge. "If you are to get lost, I must go +with you."</p> + +<p>"No. One of us must stay here with Nel-te, and it is my duty to go; but +do you shout every few seconds, and I promise not to go beyond sound of +your voice."</p> + +<p>Thus saying, Phil started back, and was instantly swallowed in the +vortex of the blizzard. Faithfully did Serge shout, and faithfully did +Phil answer, for nearly fifteen minutes. Then the latter came staggering +back, with horror-stricken face and voice.</p> + +<p>"I can't find him, Serge! Oh, I can't find him!" he cried. "I am afraid +he has gone over the precipice. If he has, it is my fault, and I shall +never forgive myself, for I had no business to go so far ahead and let +the party get scattered."</p> + +<p>Serge answered not a word, but fell with desperate energy to the +excavating of his snow-house. His heart was nigh breaking with the +sorrow that had overtaken them, but he was determined that no other +lives should be lost if his efforts could save them. The excavation was +soon so large that Phil could work with him, but with all their furious +digging they secured a shelter from the pitiless <i>poorga</i> none too soon. +The sledge was already buried from sight, and poor little Nel-te was +wellnigh smothered ere they lifted him from it and pulled him into the +burrow.</p> + +<h3>CHAPTER XXXIV.</h3> + +<h3>COASTING FIVE MILES IN FIVE MINUTES.</h3> + +<p>In spite of their faintness and weakness from hunger and exhaustion, +Phil and Serge were so stimulated by the emergency that within half an +hour they had dug a cavity in the great drift sufficiently large to hold +the three dogs as well as themselves. The excavation was driven straight +for a few feet, and then turned to one side, where it was so enlarged +that they could either lie down or sit up. Into this diminutive chamber +they dragged their robes and sleeping-bags. The shivering dogs crept in +and curled up at their feet. The sledge was left outside, and the +opening was closed as well as might be by the slab of compacted snow +that had been cut from it. Poor little Nel-te, who was numbed and +whimpering with cold and hunger, was rubbed into a glow, comforted and +petted, until at length he fell asleep, nestled between the lads, and +then they found time to talk over their situation. For a while they had +no thought save for the dear friend and trusty comrade, who, alive or +dead, was still out in that terrible storm, and, as they believed, lost +to them forever.</p> + +<p>"I don't suppose there is the faintest hope of ever seeing him again," +said Phil. "If he went over the precipice he must have been killed, and +is buried deep in the snow by this time. Even if he did not, and is +still wandering somewhere in this vicinity, he must perish before +morning. Oh, Serge, can't we do anything for him? It makes me feel like +a cowardly traitor to be sitting here in comfort while the dear old chap +may be close at hand, and perishing for want of our help. And it is my +fault, too! The fault of my inexcusable carelessness. It seems, old man, +as if I should go crazy with thinking of it."</p> + +<p>"But you mustn't think of it in that way, Phil," answered Serge, +soothingly. "As leader of the party it was your duty to go ahead and +pick out the road, while it was ours to keep you in sight. If either of +us is to blame for what has happened, I am the one. I should have looked +back oftener and made sure that he was still close behind me. Now there +is nothing we can do except wait for daylight and the end of the storm. +We have our parents, this child, and ourselves to think of first. Nor +could we accomplish anything even if we tried. The storm has doubled in +fury since we halted. A foot of snow must already have fallen, and to +venture a single rod outside of this place would serve to lose us as +certainly as though we went a mile. We mustn't give up all hope, though. +Mr. Coombs is very strong, and well used to exposure. Of course, if he +has<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_651" id="Page_651">[Pg 651]</a></span> gone over the precipice there is little chance that we shall ever +see him again; but if he escaped it, and has made a burrow for himself +like this one, he will pull through all right, and I feel sure we shall +find him in the morning."</p> + +<p>"Why haven't we dug places like this before?" asked Phil. "It is +actually getting warm and comfortable in here. We might have had just +such a warm cave every night that we have been in the mountains and +spent so miserably."</p> + +<p>"Of course we might," agreed Serge, "and we would have had, but for my +stupidity in not thinking of it sooner. While I never took refuge in one +before, I have often heard of them, and ought to have remembered. I +didn't, though, until this storm struck us, and I knew that without +shelter we must certainly perish."</p> + +<p>"If you hadn't thought of a snow-burrow," said Phil, "it is certain I +never should. It is snug, though, and if only poor Jalap were with us, +and we had food and a light of some kind, I wouldn't ask for a better +shelter. I can understand now how an Eskimo stone lamp, with seal oil +for fuel, and a wick of moss, can give out all the heat that is needed +in one of their snow huts, and I only wish we had brought one with us."</p> + +<p>After this the boys grew drowsy, their conversation slackened, and soon +all their troubles were forgotten in sleep. Outside through the long +hours the gale roared and shrieked with impotent rage at their escape +from its clutches. It hurled its snow legions against their place of +refuge until it was deep buried, and then in a frenzy tore away and +scattered the drifted accumulation, until it could once more beat +directly upon their slender wall of defence. But its wiles and its +furious attacks were alike in vain, and at length its fierce ravings +sank into whispers. The <i>poorga</i> spent its force with the darkness, and +at daylight had swept on to inland fields, leaving only an added burden +of millions of tons of snow to mark its passage across the mountains.</p> + +<p>When the boys awoke a soft white light was filtering through one side of +their spotless chamber, and they knew that day had come. They expected +to dig their way to the outer air through a great mass of snow, and were +agreeably surprised to find only a small drift against the doorway. As +they emerged from it they were for a few minutes blinded by the +marvellous brilliancy of their sunlit surroundings. Gradually becoming +accustomed to the intense light, they gazed eagerly about for some sign +of their missing comrade, but there was none. They followed back for a +mile over the way they had come the evening before, shouting and firing +their guns, but without avail.</p> + +<p>No answering shout came back to their straining ears, and there was +nothing to indicate the tale of the lost man. Sadly and soberly the lads +retraced their steps, and prepared to resume their journey. To remain +longer in that place meant starvation and death. To save themselves they +must push on.</p> + +<p>They shuddered at the precipice they had escaped, and over which they +feared their comrade had plunged. At its foot lay a valley, which, +though it trended westward, and so away from their course, Phil +determined to follow; for, far below their lofty perch, and still miles +away from where they stood, it held the dark mass he had seen the night +before, and knew to be timber. Besides, his sole desire at that moment +was to escape from those awful heights and reach the coast at some +point; he hardly cared whether it were inhabited or not.</p> + +<p>So the sledge was dug from its bed of snow and reloaded: the dogs were +harnessed. Poor little Nel-te, crying with hunger, was slipped into his +fur travelling-bag, and a start was made to search for some point of +descent. At length they found a place where the slope reached to the +very top of the cliff, but so sharply that it was like the roof of a +house several miles in length.</p> + +<p>"I hate the looks of it," said Phil, "but as there doesn't seem to be +any other way, I suppose we've got to try it. I should say that for at +least three miles it was as steep as the steepest part of a toboggan +slide, though, and I'm pretty certain we sha'n't care to try it more +than once."</p> + +<p>"I guess we can do it all right," replied Serge, "but there's only one +way, and that is to sit on a snow-shoe and slide. We couldn't keep on +our feet a single second."</p> + +<p>They lifted Nel-te, fur bag and all, from the sledge, tightened the +lashings of its load, which included the guns and extra snow-shoes, and +started it over the verge. It flashed down the declivity like a rocket, +and the last they saw of it it was rolling over and over.</p> + +<p>"Looks cheerful, doesn't it?" said Phil, firmly. "Now I'll go; then do +you start the dogs down, and come yourself as quick as you please."</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 394px;"> +<img src="images/ill_008.jpg" width="394" height="500" alt="FOR A MOMENT THE SENSATION WAS SICKENING." title="" /> +<span class="caption">FOR A MOMENT THE SENSATION WAS SICKENING.</span> +</div> + +<p>Thus saying, the plucky lad seated himself on a snow-shoe, took Nel-te, +still in the fur bag, in his lap, and launched himself over the edge of +the cliff. For a moment the sensation, which was that of falling from a +great height, was sickening, and a thick mist seemed to obscure his +vision.</p> + +<p>Then it cleared away, and was followed by a feeling of the wildest +exhilaration as he heard the whistling backward rush of air, and +realized the tremendous speed at which he was whizzing through space. +Ere it seemed possible that he could have gone half-way to the +timber-line trees began to fly past him, and he knew that the worst was +over. In another minute he was floundering in a drift of soft snow, into +which he had plunged up to his neck, and the perilous feat was +successfully accomplished.</p> + +<p>Poor Serge arrived at the same point shortly afterwards, head first, and +dove out of sight in the drift; but fortunately Phil was in a position +to extricate him before he smothered. The dogs appeared a moment later, +with somewhat less velocity, but badly demoralized, and evidently +feeling that they had been sadly ill-treated by their driver. So the +sledge party had safely descended in five minutes a distance equal to +that which they had spent half a day and infinite toil in ascending on +the other side of the mountains.</p> + +<p>When Nel-te was released from the fur bag and set on his feet he was as +calm and self-possessed as though nothing out of the usual had happened, +and immediately demanded something to eat.</p> + +<p>After a long search they discovered the sledge, with only one rail +broken and its load intact.</p> + +<p>"Now for a fire and breakfast!" cried Phil, heading towards the timber, +as soon as the original order of things was restored. "After that we +will make one more effort to find some trace of poor Jalap, though I +don't believe there is the slightest chance of success."</p> + +<p>They entered the forest of wide-spreading but stunted evergreens, and +Phil, axe in hand, was vigorously attacking a dead spruce, when an +exclamation from his companion caused him to pause in his labor and look +around. "What can that be?" asked Serge, pointing to a thick hemlock +that stood but a few yards from them. The lower end of its drooping +branches were deep buried in snow, but such part as was still visible +was in a strange state of agitation.</p> + +<p>"It must be a bear," replied Phil, dropping his axe and springing to the +sledge for his rifle. "His winter den is there, and we have disturbed +him. Get out your gun—quick! We can't afford to lose him. Meat's too +scarce in camp just now." Even as he spoke, and before the guns could be +taken from their moose-skin cases, the motion of the branches increased, +then came a violent upheaval of the snow that weighted them down, and +the boys caught a glimpse of some huge shaggy animal issuing from the +powdered whiteness.</p> + +<p>"Hurry!" cried Phil. "No, look out! We're too late! What? Great Scott! +It can't be. Yes, it is! Hurrah! Glory, hallelujah! I knew he'd pull +through all right, and I believe I'm the very happiest fellow in all the +world at this minute."</p> + +<p>"Mebbe you be, son," remarked Jalap Coombs, "and then again mebbe +there's others as is equally joyful. As my old friend Kite Roberson +useter say, 'A receiver's as good as a thief,' and I sartainly received +a heap of pleasure through hearing you holler jest now."</p> + +<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_652" id="Page_652">[Pg 652]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="STORIES_OF_AMERICAN_LITERATURE" id="STORIES_OF_AMERICAN_LITERATURE"></a>STORIES OF AMERICAN LITERATURE.</h2> + +<h3>BY HENRIETTA CHRISTIAN WRIGHT.</h3> + +<h3>JAMES FENIMORE COOPER.</h3> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 294px;"> +<img src="images/ill_009.jpg" width="294" height="500" alt="HE DISTINGUISHED THE CALL OF ANIMALS." title="" /> +<span class="caption">HE DISTINGUISHED THE CALL OF ANIMALS.</span> +</div> + +<p>Late in the eighteenth century the village of Cooperstown lay almost in +the midst of the primeval forest, which extended for miles around. Here +the future novelist James Fenimore Cooper had been brought while yet an +infant by his father, who had built the family mansion, Otsego Hall, in +this secluded spot, far from the highways of travel, designing to make +it the centre of a settlement of some note, if possible. Here, as the +boy grew older, he learned wood-lore as the young Indians learned it, +face to face with the divinity of the forest. He knew the language of +the wild animals, and could distinguish their calls far across the +gloomy spaces of the wood; he could follow the deer and bear to their +retreats in dim secluded recesses; he could trace the path of the +retreating wolf by the broken cobwebs glistening in the early sunlight; +and the cry of the panther to its mate high overhead in the interlacing +boughs of the pines and hemlocks was of a speech as familiar as his own +tongue. When he was thirsty he made a hunter's cup of glossy leaves and +drank in true Indian fashion; when fatigued, he could lie down and rest +with that feeling of security that only comes to the forest-bred; when +thoughtful, he could learn from the lap of the waves against the shore, +the murmur of leaves, and the rustle of wings those lessons which Nature +teaches in her quiet moods.</p> + +<p>These experiences and impressions sank into Cooper's heart, and were +relived again long after in the pages of his romances with such +vividness that they are plainly seen to be real memories.</p> + +<p>Leaving his home while still a young boy, Cooper went to Albany to study +under a private tutor, and in 1803 entered Yale College, which, owing to +some trouble with the authorities, he left in the third year of his +course. It was now decided that he should enter the navy, and he left +New York in the autumn of 1806, being then in his fifteenth year, on a +vessel of the merchant marine. There was then no Naval Academy in +America, and a boy could only fit himself for entering the navy before +the mast; his ship, the <i>Sterling</i>, visiting Portugal and Spain, +carrying cargoes from port to port, and taking life in a leisurely +manner that belonged to the merchant sailing-vessels of that day. It was +a time of interest to all seamen, and Cooper's mind was keenly alive to +the new life around him. The English were expecting a French invasion, +and the channel was full of ships of war, while every port on the +southern coast was arming for defence. The Mediterranean was yet subject +to incursions of the Barbary pirates, who would descend under cover of +night upon any unprotected merchant-vessel, steal the cargo, scuttle the +ship, and carry away the crew to be sold as slaves to the Tripolitan and +Algerian husbandmen, whose orchards of dates were cultivated by many a +white person from across the Atlantic, held there in cruel slavery.</p> + +<p>The waters of the Mediterranean were full of merchant-men of all +nations. Here, side by side, could be seen the Italian, French, and +English sailor, while the flags of Russia, Turkey, Egypt, and Greece +dotted the farther horizon.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/ill_010.jpg" width="600" height="425" alt="HIS PLACE WAS ON THE DECK AMONG THE SAILORS." title="" /> +<span class="caption">HIS PLACE WAS ON THE DECK AMONG THE SAILORS.</span> +</div> + +<p>Cooper passed through all these stirring scenes, known to those around +him only as a boy before the mast, but in reality the clever student and +observer of men and events. His work was hard and dangerous; he was +never admitted to the cabin, though an equal, socially, to the officers +of the ship; in storm or wind or other danger his place was on the deck +among the rough sailors, who were his only companions during the voyage. +But this training developed the good material that was in him, and when, +in 1808, he received his commission as midshipman, he entered the +service better equipped for his duties perhaps than many a graduate of +Annapolis to-day.</p> + +<p>Cooper remained in the navy three years and a half, seeing no active +service. He finally resigned his commission, and passed several +succeeding years of his life partly in Westchester County, New York, and +partly in Cooperstown, and having no ambition beyond living the quiet +life of a country gentleman.</p> + +<p>It was not until 1820, when he was in his thirty-first year, that he +produced his first book or novel of English life, which showed no +talent, and which even his most ardent admirers in after-years could not +read through. It was not until the next year, 1821, that a novel +appeared from the hand of Cooper which foreshadowed the greatness of his +fame, and struck a new note in American literature. American society was +at that time alive with the stirring memories of the Revolution. Men and +women were still active who could recall the victories of Bunker Hill +and Trenton, and who had shared in the disasters of Monmouth and Long +Island. It is natural that in choosing a subject for fiction he should +turn to the recent struggle for his inspiration, and American literature +owes a large debt to him who thus threw into literary form the spirit of +those thrilling times.</p> + +<p>His first important novel, <i>The Spy</i>, was founded upon a story which +Cooper had heard many years before, and which had made a profound +impression upon him. It was the story of a veritable spy, who had been +in the service of one of the Revolutionary leaders, and whose daring and +heroic adventures were related to Cooper by the man who had employed +him.</p> + +<p>Cooper took this old spy for his hero, kept the scene in Westchester, +where the man had really performed his wonderful feats, and from these +facts wove the most thrilling and vital piece of fiction that had +appeared in America.</p> + +<p>The novel appeared in December, 1821, and in a few months it was +apparent that a new star had risen in the literary skies. The book made +Cooper famous both in America and Europe. It was published in England by +the same publisher who had brought out Irving's <i>Sketch-Book</i>, and it +met with a success that spoke highly for its merit, since the story was +one telling of English defeat and American triumph. It was put into +French by the translator of the Waverley novels, and before long +versions appeared in every tongue in Europe. It was regarded not merely +as a tale of adventure in a new department of story-telling, but it was +generally conceded to be a fine piece of fiction in itself, and its +hero, Harvey Birch, won, and has kept for himself, a place hardly second +to any creation of literature.</p> + +<p>Cooper had now found his sphere, and his best work henceforth was that +in which he delineated the features of American history during the +struggle for independence. His greatest contributions to literature are +found in the short<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_653" id="Page_653">[Pg 653]</a></span> series of novels called "The Leatherstocking Tales," +and in his novels of the sea. "The Leatherstocking Tales" consist of +five stories, in which the same hero figures from first to last. The +series began with the publication of Cooper's second novel, <i>The +Pioneers</i>, but the story of the hero really begins in the fascinating +pages of <i>The Deerslayer</i>, where he is represented in the first stage of +his career.</p> + +<p>The series grew much as Tennyson's <i>Idylls of the King</i> grew, the same +man being introduced in different parts of his career, though each +separate book did not follow in exact order from the author's hand. The +success of <i>The Pioneers</i> was remarkable. Thirty-five hundred copies +were sold before noon on the day of publication, and although, perhaps, +the least powerful of the "Tales," it was read with the same interest +that had been given to <i>The Spy</i>.</p> + +<p>In the new novel Leatherstocking was first introduced as the philosopher +of nature, ignorant of books, but wise in the lore that is taught by the +voices of Nature. It is a story of the primitive life of the +frontiersmen of that day, and their occupations, interests, and +ambitions form the background to the picture of the hero, +Leatherstocking, who embodies the author's idea of chivalrous manhood, +and whose creation is one of the noblest achievements of fiction.</p> + +<p>The scene of <i>The Pioneers</i> was laid in the vicinity of Cooper's boyhood +home, and all the exquisite pictures wrought into the setting are vivid +and lifelike illustrations of the little frontier village, where man +received his sustenance first hand from Nature, and where all his +surroundings partook almost of the simplicity of the first ages of the +world. It was an appropriate theatre for the actions of that rustic +philosopher Leatherstocking, and there is a vein of tender reminiscence +through the book that must always give it a charm apart from the rest, +though in itself it is the least perfect story of the series.</p> + +<p>The story of Leatherstocking begins in <i>The Deerslayer</i>, though it was +not written until twenty years after the publication of <i>The Pioneers</i>. +The scene was laid on Otsego Lake, and the character of Leatherstocking +was drawn as that of a young scout just entering upon manhood. The next +year, 1841, came <i>The Pathfinder</i>, having for its background the shores +of Lake Ontario, with which Cooper had become familiar during the winter +there in the service of the navy.</p> + +<p>In these two books Cooper reached the highest point of his art. +Leatherstocking appears in <i>The Deerslayer</i> as a young man full of the +promise of a noble manhood. And this ideal character is developed +through a succession of stirring adventures, the like of which are to be +found only in the pages of Scott. Side by side with Leatherstocking +stand those pictures of Indian character, which became so famous that +the Indian of that day has passed into history as represented by Cooper.</p> + +<p><i>The Pathfinder</i> carries Leatherstocking through some of the most +exciting episodes of his adventurous career, and belongs to the same +part of his life as <i>The Last of the Mohicans</i>, published sixteen years +before, the scene of which is laid near Lake Champlain. <i>The Last of the +Mohicans</i> takes rank with <i>The Deerslayer</i> and <i>The Pathfinder</i> in +representing Cooper at his best. In these three novels we see +Leatherstocking as a man in the prime of life battling with the stirring +events that were making the history of the country. All the story of the +war of the white man with nature, with circumstances, and with his red +brother in civilizing the frontier, is told in these books. It is the +romance of real history, and Leatherstocking had his prototype in many a +brave frontiersman whose deeds were unrecorded, and whose name was never +known beyond his own little circle of friends.</p> + +<p>In <i>The Pioneers</i> Leatherstocking has become an old man who has sought a +home in the forest to avoid the noise and strife of civilized life, and +he closes his career in <i>The Prairie</i>, a novel of the plains of the +great West, whither the old man has gone to spend his last days. It is +the story of a lonely life of the prairie-hunter of those days, whose +love for solitude has led him far from even the borders of the frontier, +and whose dignified death is a fitting ending to his noble and +courageous life. It is supposed that this end to Leatherstocking's +career was suggested to Cooper by the ever-famous Daniel Boone, and some +of the incidents<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_654" id="Page_654">[Pg 654]</a></span> of the story read like real life. One of Cooper's most +famous descriptions—that of the prairie on fire—occurs in this book—a +scene excelled only by the description of the panther-fight in <i>The +Pioneers</i>, or the combat between Deerslayer and his foe.</p> + +<p>Cooper began his series of sea novels by the publication of <i>The Pilot</i> +in 1824, and stands as the creator of this department of fiction. He was +the first novelist to bring into fiction the ordinary, every-day life of +the sailor afloat, whether employed on a merchant vessel or fighting +hand to hand in a naval encounter. Scott's novel, <i>The Pirate</i>, had been +criticised by Cooper as the evident work of a man who had never been at +sea, and to prove how much better an effect could be produced by one +familiar with ocean life he began his story, <i>The Pilot</i>.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/ill_011.jpg" width="500" height="377" alt="COOPER READING TO AN OLD SHIPMATE." title="" /> +<span class="caption">COOPER READING TO AN OLD SHIPMATE.</span> +</div> + +<p>The period of the story is the American Revolution, and the hero was +that famous adventurer John Paul Jones, introduced under another name. +It was such a new thing to put into fiction the technicalities of ship +life, to describe the details of an evolution in a naval battle, and to +throw in as background the vast and varying panorama of sea and sky, +that Cooper, familiar as he was with ocean life, felt some doubt of his +success. In order to test his powers, he read one day to an old shipmate +that famous account of the passage of the ship through the narrow +channel in one of the thrilling chapters of the yet unfinished work. The +effect was all that Cooper could desire. The old sailor got into such a +fury of excitement that he could not keep his seat, but paced up and +down the room while Cooper was reading; in his excitement he was for a +moment living over again a stormy scene from his own life; and the +novelist laid down the manuscript, well pleased with the result of his +experiment. <i>The Pilot</i> met with an instant success both in America and +Europe. As it was his first, so it is perhaps his best sea story. In it +he put all the freshness of reminiscence, all the haunting memories of +ocean life that had followed him since his boyhood days. It was +biographical in the same sense as <i>The Pioneers</i>, a part of the romance +of childhood drafted into the reality of after-life.</p> + +<p><i>Red Rover</i>, the next sea story, came out in 1828. Other novelists had +begun to write tales of the sea, but they were mere imitations of <i>The +Pilot</i>. In the <i>Red Rover</i> the genuine adventures of the sailor class +were again embodied in the thrilling narrative that Cooper alone knew +how to write, and from its first appearance it has always been one of +the most popular of the author's works. In these pages occurs that +dramatic description of the last sea fight of Red Rover, one of Cooper's +finest achievements.</p> + +<p>Cooper's popularity abroad was equalled only by that of Scott. His works +as soon as published were translated into almost every tongue of Europe, +and were sold in Turkey, Prussia, Egypt, and Jerusalem in the language +of those countries. It was said by a traveller that the middle classes +of Europe had gathered all their knowledge of American history from +Cooper's works, and that they had never understood the character of +American independence until revealed by this novelist.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="BETTYS_RIDE" id="BETTYS_RIDE"></a>PRIZE-STORY COMPETITION.</h2> + +<h3>FIRST-PRIZE STORY.</h3> + +<h2>Betty's Ride: A Tale of the Revolution.—By Henry S. Canby.</h2> + +<p>The sun was just rising and showering his first rays on the gambrel-roof +and solid stone walls of a house surrounded by a magnificent grove of +walnuts, and overlooking one of the beautiful valleys so common in +southeastern Pennsylvania. Close by the house, and shaded by the same +great trees, stood a low building of the most severe type, whose +time-stained bricks and timbers green with moss told its age without the +aid of the half-obliterated inscription over the door, which read, "Built +A. D. 1720." One familiar with the country would have pronounced it +without hesitation a Quaker meeting-house, dating back almost to the +time of William Penn.</p> + +<p>When Ezra Dale had become the leader of the little band of Quakers which +gathered here every First Day, he had built the house under the +walnut-trees, and had taken his wife Ann and his little daughter Betty +to live there. That was in 1770, seven years earlier, and before war had +wrought sorrow and desolation throughout the country.</p> + +<p>The sun rose higher, and just as his beams touched the broad stone step +in front of the house the door opened, and Ann Dale, a sweet-faced woman +in the plain Quaker garb, came out, followed by Betty, a little +blue-eyed Quakeress of twelve years, with a gleam of spirit in her face +which ill became her plain dress.</p> + +<p>"Betty," said her mother, as they walked out towards the great +horse-block by the road-side, "thee must keep house to-day. Friend +Robert has just sent thy father word that the redcoats have not crossed +the Brandywine since Third Day last, and thy father and I will ride to +Chester to-day, that there may be other than corn-cakes and baron for +the friends who come to us after monthly meeting. Mind thee keeps near +the house and finishes thy sampler."</p> + +<p>"Yes, mother," said Betty; "but will thee not come home early? I shall +miss thee sadly."</p> + +<p>Just then Ezra appeared, wearing his collarless Quaker coat, and leading +a horse saddled with a great pillion, into which Ann laboriously climbed +after her husband, and with a final warning and "farewell" to Betty, +clasped him tightly around the waist lest she should be jolted off as +they jogged down the rough and winding lane into the broad Chester +highway.</p> + +<p>Friend Ann had many reasons for fearing to leave Betty alone for a whole +day, and she looked back anxiously at her waving "farewell" with her +little bonnet.</p> + +<p>It was a troublous time.</p> + +<p>The Revolution was at its height, and the British, who had a short time +before disembarked their army near Elkton, Maryland, were now encamped +near White Clay Creek, while Washington occupied the country bordering +on the Brandywine. His force, however, was small compared to the extent +of the country to be guarded, and bands of the British sometimes crossed +the Brandywine and foraged in the fertile counties of Delaware and +Chester. As Betty's father, although a Quaker and a non-combatant, was +known to be a patriot, he had to suffer the fortunes of war with his +neighbors.</p> + +<p>Thus it was with many forebodings that Betty's mother watched the slight +figure under the spreading branches of a great chestnut, which seemed to +rustle its innumerable leaves as if to promise protection to the little +maid. However, the sun shone brightly, the swallows chirped as they +circled overhead, and nothing seemed farther off than battle and +bloodshed.</p> + +<p>Betty skipped merrily into the house, and snatching up some broken +corn-cake left from the morning meal, ran lightly out to the paddock +where Daisy was kept, her own horse, which she had helped to raise from +a colt.</p> + +<p>"Come thee here, Daisy," she said, as she seated herself on the top rail +of the mossy snake fence. "Come thee here, and thee shall have some of +thy mistress's corn-cake. Ah! I thought thee would like it. Now go and +eat all thee can of this good grass, for if the wicked redcoats come +again, thee will not have another chance, I can tell thee."</p> + +<p>Daisy whinnied and trotted off, while Betty, feeding the few chickens +(sadly reduced in numbers by numerous<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_655" id="Page_655">[Pg 655]</a></span> raids), returned to the house, +and getting her sampler, sat down under a walnut-tree to sew on the +stint which her mother had given her.</p> + +<p>All was quiet save the chattering of the squirrels overhead and the +drowsy hum of the bees, when from around the curve in the road she heard +a shot; then another nearer, and then a voice shouting commands, and the +thud of hoof-beats farther down the valley. She jumped up with a +startled cry: "The redcoats! The redcoats! Oh, what shall I do!"</p> + +<p>Just then the foremost of a scattered band of soldiers, their buff and +blue uniforms and ill-assorted arms showing them to be Americans, +appeared in full flight around the curve in the road, and springing over +the fence, dashed across the pasture straight for the meeting-house. +Through the broad gateway they poured, and forcing open the door of the +meeting-house, rushed within and began to barricade the windows.</p> + +<p>Their leader paused while his men passed in, and seeing Betty, came +quickly towards her.</p> + +<p>"What do you here, child?" he said, hurriedly. "Go quickly, before the +British reach us, and tell your father that, Quaker or no Quaker, he +shall ride to Washington, on the Brandywine, and tell him that we, but +one hundred men, are besieged by three hundred British cavalry in +Chichester meeting-house, with but little powder left. Tell him to make +all haste to us."</p> + +<p>Turning, he hastened into the meeting-house, now converted into a fort, +and as the doors closed behind him Betty saw a black muzzle protruding +from every window.</p> + +<p>With trembling fingers the little maid picked up her sampler, and as the +thud of horses' hoofs grew louder and louder, she ran fearfully into the +house, locked and bolted the massive door, and then flying up the broad +stairs, she seated herself in a little window overlooking the +meeting-house yard. She had gone into the house none too soon. Up the +road, with their red coats gleaming and their harness jangling, was +sweeping a detachment of British cavalry, never stopping until they +reached the meeting-house—and then it was too late.</p> + +<p>A sheet of flame shot out from the wall before them, and half a dozen +troopers fell lifeless to the ground, and half a dozen riderless horses +galloped wildly down the road. The leader shouted a sharp command, and +the whole troop retreated in confusion.</p> + +<p>Betty drew back shuddering, and when she brought herself to look again +the troopers had dismounted, had surrounded the meeting-house, and were +pouring volley after volley at its doors and windows. Then for the first +time Betty thought of the officer's message, and remembered that the +safety of the Americans depended upon her alone, for her father was +away, no neighbor within reach, and without powder she knew they could +not resist long.</p> + +<p>Could she save them? All her stern Quaker blood rose at the thought, and +stealing softly to the paddock behind the barn, she saddled Daisy and +led her through the bars into the wood road, which opened into the +highway just around the bend. Could she but pass the pickets without +discovery there would be little danger of pursuit; then there would be +only the long ride of eight miles ahead of her.</p> + +<p>Just before the narrow wood road joined the broader highway Betty +mounted Daisy by means of a convenient stump, and starting off at a +gallop, had just turned the corner when a voice shouted "Halt!" and a +shot whistled past her head. Betty screamed with terror, and bending +over, brought down her riding-whip with all her strength upon Daisy, +then, turning for a moment, saw three troopers hurriedly mounting.</p> + +<p>Her heart sank within her, but, beginning to feel the excitement of the +chase, she leaned over and patting Daisy on the neck, encouraged her to +do her best. Onward they sped. Betty, her curly hair streaming in the +wind, the color now mounting to, now retreating from her cheeks, led by +five hundred yards.</p> + +<p>But Daisy had not been used for weeks, and already felt the unusual +strain. Now they thundered over Naaman's Creek, now over Concord, with +the nearest pursuer only four hundred yards behind; and now they raced +beside the clear waters of Beaver Brook, and as Betty dashed through its +shallow ford, the thud of horse's hoofs seemed just over her shoulder.</p> + +<p>Betty, at first sure of success, now knew that unless in some way she +could throw her pursuers off her track she was surely lost. Just then +she saw ahead of her a fork in the road, the lower branch leading to the +Brandywine, the upper to the Birmingham Meeting-house. Could she but get +the troopers on the upper road while she took the lower, she would be +safe; and, as if in answer to her wish, there flashed across her mind +the remembrance of the old cross-road which, long disused, and with its +entrance hidden by drooping boughs, led from a point in the upper road +just out of sight of the fork down across the lower, and through the +valley of the Brandywine. Could she gain this road unseen she still +might reach Washington.</p> + +<p>Urging Daisy forward, she broke just in time through the dense growth +which hid the entrance, and sat trembling, hidden behind a dense growth +of tangled vines, while she heard the troopers thunder by. Then, riding +through the rustling woods, she came at last into the open, and saw +spread out beneath her the beautiful valley of the Brandywine, dotted +with the white tents of the Continental army.</p> + +<p>Starting off at a gallop, she dashed around a bend in the road into the +midst of a group of officers riding slowly up from the valley.</p> + +<p>"Stop, little maiden, before you run us down," said one, who seemed to +be in command. "Where are you going in such hot haste?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, sir," said Betty, reining in Daisy, "can thee tell me where I can +find General Washington?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, little Quakeress," said the officer who had first spoken to her; +"I am he. What do you wish?"</p> + +<p>Betty, too exhausted to be surprised, poured forth her story in a few +broken sentences, and (hearing as if in a dream the hasty commands for +the rescue of the soldiers in Chichester Meeting-house) fell forward in +her saddle, and, for the first time in her life, fainted, worn out by +her noble ride.</p> + +<p>A few days later, when recovering from the shock of her long and +eventful ride, Betty, awaking from a deep sleep, found her mother +kneeling beside her little bed, while her father talked with General +Washington himself beside the fireplace; and it was the proudest and +happiest moment of her life when Washington, coming forward and taking +her by the hand, said, "You are the bravest little maid in America, and +an honor to your country."</p> + +<p>Still the peaceful meeting-house and the gambrel-roofed home stand +unchanged, save that their time-beaten timbers and crumbling bricks have +taken on a more sombre tinge, and under the broad walnut-tree another +little Betty sits and sews.</p> + +<p>If you ask it, she will take down the great key from its nail, and +swinging back the new doors of the meeting-house, will show you the +old worm-eaten ones inside, which, pierced through and through +with bullet-holes, once served as a rampart against the enemy. +And she will tell you, in the quaint Friend's language, how her +great-great-grandmother carried, over a hundred years ago, the news of +the danger of her countrymen to Washington, on the Brandywine, and at +the risk of her own life saved theirs.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="KING_ARTHUR_AND_HIS_KNIGHTS" id="KING_ARTHUR_AND_HIS_KNIGHTS"></a>KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS.</h2> + +<h3>IV.—THE FINAL TRIAL.</h3> + +<p>"Ten Knights, as before, were put by the stone to guard it until the new +trial," continued the Story-teller. "The Archbishop was not going, +through lack of care, to have it said that anything had been done to the +stone meanwhile to make it harder for the contestants to pull forth the +sword, or easier for Arthur to perform that feat."</p> + +<p>"I'll bet those Knights practised on it, though," said Jack. "I would +have."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_656" id="Page_656">[Pg 656]</a></span></p> + +<p>"It wouldn't have done any good, I imagine," said his father. "There was +something mysterious about it all, and whatever that was it worked in +favor of Arthur and against all the others."</p> + +<p>"I don't believe all ten of 'em together could have pulled it out," +Mollie put in. "It was one of those trick swords, like men swallow at +circuses, I guess, and I'm certain that Mr. Merlin put it there, and +showed Arthur how the trick worked. It had a spring in it, which he +could touch with his thumb to make it come out, maybe."</p> + +<p>"Maybe so," said her father, "although I doubt it. There were lots of +queer things happening in those days that we of to-day would hardly +believe if we saw them with our own eyes—things that sound in the +telling of them quite like fairy stories."</p> + +<p>"Like Merlin being able to tell what was going to happen next week?" +suggested Jack.</p> + +<p>"Exactly," said the Story-teller. "If anybody claimed to be able to do +that now, we'd laugh at him."</p> + +<p>"He'd be a great man for a newspaper," said Jack. "If a newspaper had a +man like that on it, it could tell the people in advance that such and +such an accident was going to happen at such and such a time on such and +such a railroad, and then the people wouldn't go on that road at that +time, and their lives would be saved."</p> + +<p>"That's so," said Mollie. "And if the accident was going to happen +because a switchman was asleep, somebody could be sent ahead to wake him +up, so that the accident wouldn't happen at all."</p> + +<p>"There is no doubt about it," said the Story-teller. "A man like Merlin +would be very useful in these days, but his kind is very much like the +leviathans and mastodons that lived before the flood. The race has died +out, and true prophets are as scarce now as huckleberries in December. +But to come back to the story, whether there was a spring in the sword +or not, Merlin was undoubtedly responsible for it, and whatever he did, +he did it in Arthur's behalf, for when Candlemas day came about again +the same thing happened that had happened before. The sword would not +budge for any one but Arthur, and a great many people began to be +convinced that he was the rightful King. There were enough dissatisfied +persons, however, to make one more trial necessary, and the Archbishop, +yielding to these, set one more date, that of Easter, for the final +contest."</p> + +<p>"He had to earn it, didn't he," said Mollie.</p> + +<p>"You bet he did," said Jack. "It must have been like our medals at +school. You've got to win it six times in succession, once every month, +before it's yours for keeps."</p> + +<p>"But you know about that rule before you begin," said Mollie. "It's fair +enough in school, but it seems to me Arthur won it at the start, and +ought to have had it."</p> + +<p>"He certainly did win it at the start, under the terms of the contest," +said her father. "Still it was just as well, under the circumstances, +that there should be no dissatisfaction among those who lost, and as it +wasn't at all hard for Arthur to pull the sword out, he couldn't +complain. The others had to work a great deal harder than he did, and, +in the end, got nothing for their pains."</p> + +<p>"I guess the Archbishop kind of liked to see all those people pulling +and hauling at it," suggested Jack, with a grin. "It must have been +something like a circus for him, anyhow, with all those knights in their +fine spangles, and their horses with splendid harness, and all that."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/ill_012.jpg" width="500" height="460" alt="THEY ALL KNELT BEFORE HIM, AND HE WAS CROWNED." title="" /> +<span class="caption">THEY ALL KNELT BEFORE HIM, AND HE WAS CROWNED.</span> +</div> + +<p>"Very likely," said the Story-teller. "That view of it never occurred to +me before. It has always been a matter of wonder to me that the +Archbishop made poor Arthur go through the ordeal so many times, but now +I begin to understand it. He wanted to be entertained as much as anybody +else, and very possibly he ordered so many repetitions of the +performances to that end, knowing, of course, that by so doing he could +not injure Arthur's chances. Arthur had to be very careful of himself, +however, between times. The other Knights were too anxious for the prize +to stop at playing tricks on him, and Sir Ector saw to it that wherever +he went he had a strong guard about him to keep him from harm. These +guards, made up of the most faithful men in his father's service, kept +watch over him night and day until Easter, when the final trial came off +with no change in the result. Arthur pulled the sword lightly out of the +stone, but despite their struggles the others could do nothing with it. +Then the people themselves were satisfied. The Knights may not have +liked it any better than before, but the people did, and they cheered +him to the echo, and said that the question was now settled for once and +for all, and offered to slay any man who now dared to say that Arthur +was not entitled to the throne. They all knelt before him, and he was +knighted by one of the bravest men of the day, and shortly after he was +crowned. It was a long trial for him, but he was patient and worthy, and +withstood every test, and in the end he got his reward."</p> + +<p>"Well, I'm glad of it," said Jack. "The way they made him work for it +seems to me to have entitled him to it."</p> + +<p>"Papa," said Mollie, after a little thought on the matter, "was this +King Arthur any relation to the man Jack-the-Giant-Killer was always +sending giant's heads to."</p> + +<p>"He was the very same man," replied her father. "Why?"</p> + +<p>"I was only thinking," said Mollie, "that if it was the same man, Jack +couldn't have tried to pull that sword out, because I'm pretty certain +he could have done it."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps," said her father, "but that could only have left the question +as to the rightful King unsettled."</p> + +<p>"I don't think so," cried Jack. "Because then they'd have had to have a +match between Arthur and Jack. That would have settled it."</p> + +<p>"And who do you think would have won in that event?" asked the +Story-teller.</p> + +<p>"Well," said Mollie, dubiously, "of course, I don't know, but I'd have +stood for Jack."</p> + +<p>"I'm with you, then," said the modern Jack. "A boy who could handle +giants the way he did wouldn't have had much trouble with a fellow like +Arthur."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_657" id="Page_657">[Pg 657]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><a name="INTERSCHOLASTIC_SPORT" id="INTERSCHOLASTIC_SPORT"></a> +<img src="images/ill_013.jpg" width="600" height="119" alt="INTERSCHOLASTIC SPORT" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>The rivalry between Worcester and Phillips Andover academies, which has +existed ever since the two big schools first met on track and field in +the New England Interscholastics, was made even greater by the dual +games held at Worcester on the 8th. Andover had felt confident of +winning, but a combination of hard luck and a poor and unfamiliar track +tended to cause her defeat. As at Hartford, for the Connecticut +H.-S.A.A. games on the same day, there was a bad wind blowing up the +track which interfered with good time for the sprints, the 100 being +done to the exceedingly slow time of 11-1/5 secs. The score of 62 to 50, +however, does not by any means show how close the contest was, for first +one side was ahead and then the other; so that it was not until the last +event of the day had been decided that the Worcester contingent felt +certain of their victory. To-day the Andover men are doubtless somewhat +consoled by the way their athletes turned the tables on their Worcester +rivals at the Interscholastics on the 15th, and the regrets for defeat +must be considerably lessened by the conviction that should the +Worcester contest be held again, the result would certainly be +different. Andover made 25 points at Cambridge, while Worcester Academy +scored but 9-2/5.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/ill_014.jpg" width="500" height="380" alt="120-YARD HURDLE RACE, ANDOVER-WORCESTER GAMES" title="" /> +<span class="caption">Holt, P.A. Hine, P.A. Chase, W.A.<br /><br />120-YARD HURDLE RACE, ANDOVER-WORCESTER GAMES</span> +</div> + +<p>Where Andover suffered most at Worcester was in the bicycle race and in +the 100-yard dash. Manning was fully ten yards ahead of the field in the +former event, and it looked as if the dark blue were here sure of six +points at least, for Palmer was coming along rapidly behind him, when +the leader lost control of his wheel and fell. Palmer rushed up and +tumbled almost at the same spot, leaving Forsyth the only Andover man in +the race. The latter forged ahead, and by a powerful spurt passed +Campbell of Worcester, who was leading. He thought he had won as he shot +past the winning post, but he had gone only seven laps, and as he slowed +up the three Worcester riders went by him to take all the points at the +finish. In the 100 the judges made a bad decision. Every one on the +field—excepting those whose province it was to do so—saw Senn of +Andover win the race by about a foot. Sargent was announced the victor, +however, and for some odd reason Andover made no protest. Perhaps they +were too confident of victory. But even if Senn had been awarded the +first place (all the other events resulting as they did), the score +would still have been in Worcester's favor—59 to 53, so the mistake of +the judges was of little consequence, except to Senn as an individual.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/ill_015.jpg" width="500" height="361" alt="THE 220-YARD RUN, WORCESTER-ANDOVER GAMES." title="" /> +<span class="caption">Barker, W.A. Gaskell, P.A. Munn, P.A.<br /><br />THE 220-YARD RUN, WORCESTER-ANDOVER GAMES.</span> +</div> + +<p>Holt of Andover did the best work for the visiting team. He captured the +high hurdles in 18-3/5 secs., put the 16-lb. shot 33 ft. 6 in., and +threw the 12-lb. hammer 104 ft. 6 in. In the weight events he did not +equal his own best records. Laing ran a good race in the half-mile and +the mile, leading all the way in both events, and in the latter he was +followed home by two of his schoolmates. It is noteworthy that in almost +all sports where Andover men enter they are particularly strong in the +long-distance runs. The field events were the most exciting for the +spectators, because the score was such that all depended on the result +of these. Here the Andover men excelled, but on the track, as will +readily be seen from the table of results printed in this Department +last week, the Worcester athletes were superior. On the whole, the +meeting between the two teams was most successful, and Worcester Academy +deserves great praise for her victory. She won it by hard work, and +deserved every point scored. At the present moment the Worcester schools +may justly claim first place in the ranks of track athletic sports; for +after the High-School's performance on Holmes Field, on the 15th, it is +plain that few scholastic associations could hope to worst them.</p> + +<p>On the following Wednesday Andover did better. The nine met the +Lawrenceville baseball team on their own grounds and it was theirs. +Everybody was surprised; even Andover. Not so much at the victory, +perhaps, for P.A. men are always sanguine, but no one anticipated a +whitewash. Andover put up the best game of the year, and I have not seen +Lawrenceville play worse. Men who had scarcely made any errors during +the entire season muffed and fumbled like a lot of novices; and in +betweentimes the Andover men pounded the ball, and the crowd helped +things along generally by plenty of shouting. Perhaps the crowd and the +unfamiliar field had something to do with Lawrenceville's defeat, but it +is hard to understand why the Jersey players, who have been batting well +all the spring, could not find the ball when they had men on second and +third. Possibly Sedgwick can explain this. Sedgwick was a host in +himself, and he received such support as has not been<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_658" id="Page_658">[Pg 658]</a></span> given by the +Andover players to any pitcher this season. He struck out nine of his +opponents and gave only two bases on balls, whereas he was hit safely +only six times. Drew, who caught him, played an errorless game; in fact, +every man on the team did, with the exception of Harker, who made in the +first inning the only misplay for the side.</p> + +<p>The hard hitting of the home team would have won the game even if +Lawrenceville had shown better field-work. P.A. made twelve hits, +including a two-bagger, two three-base hits, and a home run. Greenway +led with two singles and a three-bagger, while Barton made a two-bagger +and a home run. As for the error-making, Lawrenceville took the lead in +that in the fourth inning. Sedgwick got his base on balls, and was +thrown out at second; Greenway took first on an error and second on an +error; Elliott got to first on balls; Dayton followed him on an error, +which let Greenway home; Waddell went to first after being struck by a +ball, and after Davis had struck out both Dayton and Elliott scored on +an error. Fortunately for Lawrenceville, the inning was closed by +Waddell's being thrown out at third.</p> + +<p>This is the third consecutive defeat that Lawrenceville has suffered at +the hands of Andover in baseball, and never before has the victory of +the Massachusetts team been so decided. The only way to account for the +Jerseymen's weakness is that they were affected by the long journey, and +were probably "rattled" by the Andover crowd. This Lawrenceville nine +can do better. A team that can play the University of Pennsylvania 6-8 +and Princeton 2-5 ought not to succumb to Andover by 11-0. The following +day Lawrenceville met Exeter, but only seven innings were played, as the +visitors had to catch a train for home. When play was stopped the score +stood 3-3, and there was considerable dissatisfaction on Exeter's part +because the last two innings could not be finished. Lawrenceville showed +better form than was exhibited at Andover, making only two errors; but +Exeter was playing good ball too, and it is an open question now as to +which is the better team. Next year more careful arrangements should be +made, for the memory of this season's game will always be +unsatisfactory.</p> + +<h4>NEW ENGLAND I.S.A.A. GAMES, HOLMES FIELD, CAMBRIDGE, JUNE 15, 1895.</h4> + +<h4>N.E.I.S.A.A.</h4> + +<h4>Record.</h4> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='center'>Event.</td><td align='center'></td><td align='left'></td><td align='left'></td><td align='left'></td><td align='center'>Made by</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>100-yard dash</td><td align='left'></td><td align='left'></td><td align='right'>10-1/5</td><td align='left'>sec.</td><td align='left'>F. H. Bigelow, W.H.-S., 1894</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>220-yard run</td><td align='left'></td><td align='left'></td><td align='right'>22-2/5</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='left'>F. H. Bigelow, W.H.-S., 1894</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>440-yard run</td><td align='left'></td><td align='left'></td><td align='right'>50-3/5</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='left'>T. E. Burke, E.H.-S., 1894</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Half-mile run</td><td align='right'>2</td><td align='left'>m.</td><td align='right'>6</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='left'>S. Wesson, W.A., 1894</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mile run</td><td align='right'>4</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='right'>34-2/5</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='left'>W. T. Laing, P.A., 1894</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mile walk</td><td align='right'>7</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='right'>36</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='left'>P. J. McLaughlin, W.H.-S., '93</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>120-yard hurdle</td><td align='left'></td><td align='left'></td><td align='right'>17-2/5</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='left'>W. W. Hoyt, R.L.S., 1893</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>220-yard hurdle</td><td align='left'></td><td align='left'></td><td align='right'>27</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='left'>A. H. Hine, P.A., 1894</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mile bicycle</td><td align='right'>2</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='right'>41-3/5</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='left'>A. A. Densmore, Hopkinson, '93</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Running high jump</td><td align='right'>5</td><td align='left'>ft.</td><td align='right'>7-3/4</td><td align='left'>in.</td><td align='left'>C. J. Paine, Hopkinson, 1893</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Running broad jump</td><td align='right'>21</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='right'>6</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='left'>C. Brewer, Hopkinson, 1890</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Pole vault</td><td align='right'>10</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='right'>6-3/4</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='left'>W. W. Hoyt, R.L.S., 1894</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Throwing 12-lb. ham'r</td><td align='right'>125</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='left'></td><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>R. F. Johnson, B.H.-S., 1894</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Putting 16-lb. shot</td><td align='right'>39</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='right'>3</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='left'>M. O'Brien, E.H.-S., 1894</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='center'>Event.</td><td align='center'>Winner June 15, 1895.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>100-yard dash</td><td align='left'>J. T. Roche, W.H.-S.</td><td align='left'></td><td align='left'></td><td align='right'>10-3/5</td><td align='left'>sec.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>220-yard run</td><td align='left'>J. T. Roche, W.H.-S.</td><td align='left'></td><td align='left'></td><td align='right'>23-2/5</td><td align='left'>"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>440-yard run</td><td align='left'>R. S. Hull, W.H.-S.</td><td align='left'></td><td align='left'></td><td align='right'>53-3/5</td><td align='left'>"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Half-mile run</td><td align='left'>A. Albertson, W.H.-S.</td><td align='right'>2</td><td align='left'>m.</td><td align='right'>5</td><td align='left'>"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mile run</td><td align='left'>D. T. Sullivan, W.H.-S.</td><td align='right'>4</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='right'>42-4/5</td><td align='left'>"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mile walk</td><td align='left'>C. V. Moore, N.H.-S.</td><td align='right'>7</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='right'>18-3/5</td><td align='left'>"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>120-yard hurdle</td><td align='left'>A. H. Hine, P.A.</td><td align='left'></td><td align='left'></td><td align='right'>18-1/5</td><td align='left'>"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>220-yard hurdle</td><td align='left'>A. H. Hine, P.A.</td><td align='left'></td><td align='left'></td><td align='right'>27-4/5</td><td align='left'>"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mile bicycle</td><td align='left'>H. Freyberg, W.H.-S.</td><td align='right'>2</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='right'>40-3/5</td><td align='left'>"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Running high jump</td><td align='left'>F. Holt, R.L.S. }</td><td align='right'>5</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='right'>7-1/2</td><td align='left'>"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>R. Ferguson, E.H.-S. }</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Running broad jump</td><td align='left'>E. L. Mills, S.H.-S.</td><td align='right'>20</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='right'>3</td><td align='left'>"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Pole vault</td><td align='left'>B. Johnson, W.A.</td><td align='right'>10</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='right'>7</td><td align='left'>"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Throwing 12-lb. ham'r</td><td align='left'>M. Sargent, Hopkinson</td><td align='right'>119</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='right'>4</td><td align='left'>"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Putting 16-lb. shot</td><td align='left'>E. Holt, P.A.</td><td align='right'>36</td><td align='left'>"</td><td align='right'>11-1/2</td><td align='left'>"</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='center'>Points made by Schools.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Worcester H.-S.</td><td align='right'>33</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Andover</td><td align='right'>25</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>English H.-S.</td><td align='right'>12-1/2</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Worcester Academy</td><td align='right'>9-2/5</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hopkinson</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Newton H.-S.</td><td align='right'>5-1/5</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Somerville H.-S.</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Noble's</td><td align='right'>4-1/5</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Roxbury Latin</td><td align='right'>3-1/2</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Cambridge H. and L.</td><td align='right'>3</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lynn H.-S.</td><td align='right'>2-1/5</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Chelsea H.-S.</td><td align='right'>2</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Chauncey Hall</td><td align='right'>1</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='right'>—-</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Total</td><td align='right'>112</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p class="center">Firsts count 5. Seconds 2. Thirds 1.</p> + +<p>The championship pennant of the New England I.S.A.A. remains at +Worcester. It was carried down there by the High-School athletes last +March, and they made their title to it secure on Holmes Field a week ago +Saturday by rolling up a score twenty points greater than any Boston +school—greater, in fact, than the scores of all the Boston schools put +together. Andover had the satisfaction of finishing second, with her old +rival, the Worcester Academy, who defeated her the week before, in +fourth place. The games were well managed, and, considering the fact +that there were 335 entries, the events were run off with commendable +promptness. Four records were broken, and a good many others that are up +pretty high already were closely approached, as the accompanying table +will show. The marks that went were the half-mile, the walk, the +bicycle, and the pole vault. Albertson, W.H.-S., has held the record for +the 1000-yard run for two years, and his practice at that distance has +made him a capable runner for the half. He kept well back in the bunch +when the race started, and waited until the very last corner was behind +him before he attempted to pull away from his companions. Then he +spurted, and passed the three men ahead of him, winning easily a full +second under record time.</p> + +<p>The biggest alteration of figures, however, was made after Moore of +Newton H.-S. had won the mile walk. He was looked upon as a winner at +the start, but no one anticipated such an excellent performance as 7 +min. 18-3/5 sec. He is as graceful in his work as any man can be in this +acrobatic event, and will surely be heard from in years to come if the +walk is not abolished from the amateur and collegiate programmes. The +probabilities are, however, that in a very few years the walk, like the +tug-of-war, will be a back number; but Moore is a good athlete, and he +will surely be able to be just as prominent in some other branch of +sport. The spectators were almost as deeply interested in Rudischhauser +and Williams's contest for last place, as they were in Moore's struggle +for first.</p> + +<p>A pleasing feature of the bicycle races was the absence of accidents. +There was not a single spill, and every man rode for all he was worth. +New men took the points; and that is a good thing. Both Freyberg and +Druett broke the tape ahead of record time in the second heat, but in +the finals they ran four seconds behind. The final heat, although not +the fastest, was the most interesting. Six men started, and for the +first quarter Freyberg held the lead. Then he was passed by Boardman and +Cunningham,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_659" id="Page_659">[Pg 659]</a></span> who set the pace for a lap, after which the W.H.-S. rider +pushed ahead, and left every one behind. The finish spurt was good, but +it was evident that every rider was tired from the effects of the trial +heats. It would be well next year to follow the plan adopted by the +Inter-collegiate Association of having the preliminary heats on the +previous day.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 185px;"> +<img src="images/ill_016.jpg" width="185" height="500" alt="A. H. HINE." title="" /> +<span class="caption">A. H. HINE.</span> +</div> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 267px;"> +<img src="images/ill_017.jpg" width="267" height="500" alt="E. G. HOLT." title="" /> +<span class="caption">E. G. HOLT.</span> +</div> + +<p>None of the field events were particularly interesting, except the pole +vault, in which Johnson of Worcester Academy broke Hoyt's record by a +quarter of an inch. The high jumpers only reached 5 ft. 7-1/2 in., where +Holt, R.L.S., and Ferguson, E.H.-S., tied for first place. Mills of +Somerville High came in as an unknown quantity, and took the broad jump +with a leap of 20 ft. 3 in. Andover's strong men were Holt and Hine. At +the dual games at Worcester, Holt did giant's work, but at the +Interscholastics he only took one first, in the shot, defeating O'Brien, +whom many had looked upon as a sure winner, and a place with the hammer. +Hine's hurdling was most graceful, and both races were exciting. In the +high finals the racers kept well abreast for thirty yards; then Hine +forged slowly ahead, but was overtaken by Ferguson, whom he beat home by +a few feet only. The low hurdles were even more thrilling. Fuller led at +the start, but was caught by Hine at the fourth hurdle. Then it was jump +and jump for twenty-five or thirty yards; but Hine had better form, and +came in several feet ahead. The day was most satisfactory from the point +of view of sport, and every performance of the New-Englanders made me +wish they might meet the New York school athletes on an open track and a +level field. What a contest that would be! No effort should be spared to +bring it about, and the only way to do it is to form one large +all-embracing Interscholastic Association.</p> + +<p>One correspondent urges Hartford as the most suitable place for the +meeting. He believes it would be preferable to New Haven for many +reasons, one of which is that the Yale field track is only a quarter of +a mile around, whereas the track at the Charter Oak Park is a mile in +circumference and sixty feet wide. It is a question whether, for the +purposes of an Interscholastic meet of this kind, a mile track would be +as good as a lesser one. The time made might be faster if the road-bed +were in good condition, but the spectators would not enjoy the races so +much as if the runners passed the grand stand a number of times; and the +men themselves would find greater difficulty in gauging their speed, +most of them being accustomed to four or five lap tracks. A better +argument in favor of Hartford is that three railroads centre there.</p> + +<p>Of the school athletes who took part in the New York A.C. games at +Travers Island, several secured places. Baltazzi won first in the high +jump, clearing 5 ft. 10-1/4 in. Fisher went into the 100 and the 220, +but was distanced, and Powell got a tumble in the bicycle race. Whether +it was his own fault, I cannot say; but there are very few races he has +ridden in this year where he has been able to keep in his saddle all the +way around the course. He retained his seat in the Interscholastics and +won. W. T. Laing came down from Andover, and entered the mile with +Conneff and Orton. He had 40 yards handicap, and came in second, with +Orton behind him. Orton, however, was pretty well fagged out from the +effects of his half-mile race with Walsh. F. W. Phillips, of Bryant and +Stratton's, had a handicap of 6 inches in the pole vault, and by making +an actual leap of 10 ft. 3 in., secured first, over Baxter at scratch, +who cleared 10 ft. 6 in.</p> + +<p>Some creditable performances were made at the field meeting of the +Pittsburg Interscholastic A.A., which was held at the Pittsburg Athletic +Club Park last week. Only four schools were represented, but the crowd +was enthusiastic and the events well managed. Graff, of Shadyside +Academy, did the best all-round work. He won the 100 in 10-2/5 sec., and +the 220 in 24 sec., besides taking first in the hop, step, and jump +(another of those acrobatic events which have been handed down from the +Dark Ages), and third in the shot. If the Pittsburg H.-S. athletes had +been better trained they would have made a more creditable showing, for +there is good material there. As it was, they managed to score 21 points +out of a possible 135. Shadyside Academy, the winner, got 51, and was +followed by the Park Institute with 44. Allegheny, the tail-ender, +scored 19 points.</p> + +<p>The championship of the Southern Connecticut Baseball League went to the +Black Hall School again this year. The final game was played on June +1st, against the Norwich Free Academy. The Black Hall team suffered only +one defeat out of the six games of the series—a very creditable +performance, considering the numerical size and athletic strength of the +other schools in the League. Their success was due to the steady work of +the battery, their strong batting, and careful base-running.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 32em;"><span class="smcap">The Graduate</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>ADVERTISEMENTS.</h2> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h4>Highest of all in Leavening Power.—Latest U. S. Gov't Report.</h4> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/ill_018.jpg" width="300" height="94" alt="Royal Baking Powder" title="" /> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class="center">The <i>Interscholastic Sport</i> Department of Harper's Round Table will be +as full of matter interesting to its present readers during the summer +months as it is now. Many will go to distant summer resorts where there +may be no newsdealer. To insure the prompt receipt of the paper each +week, send the accompanying coupon bearing your name and address with 50 +cents for 13 weeks, or $2.00 for one year.</p> + +<h4>HARPER'S ROUND TABLE</h4> + +<h4>Summer Subscription Coupon.</h4> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">..............1895.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Messrs. <span class="smcap">Harper & Bros</span>., New York City, New York.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Please send Harpers Round Table for ... weeks, for which I inclose $.....</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Name.....................................................</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Address..................................................</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 31em;">...................................</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/ill_019.jpg" width="500" height="72" alt="If afflicted with SORE EYES USE Dr. ISAAC THOMPSON'S EYE WATER" title="" /> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>HARPERS NEW CATALOGUE.</h2> + +<p class="center">Thoroughly revised, classified, and indexed, will be sent by mail to any +address on receipt of ten cents.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_660" id="Page_660">[Pg 660]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><a name="BICYCLING" id="BICYCLING"></a> +<img src="images/ill_020.jpg" width="600" height="139" alt="BICYCLING" title="" /> +</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>This Department is conducted in the interest of Bicyclers, and the +Editor will be pleased to answer any question on the subject. Our +maps and tours contain much valuable data kindly supplied from the +official maps and road-books of the League of American Wheelmen. +Recognizing the value of the work being done by the L. A. W., the +Editor will be pleased to furnish subscribers with membership +blanks and information so far as possible.</p></div> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 379px;"> +<img src="images/ill_021.jpg" width="379" height="1200" alt="Copyright, 1895, by Harper & Brothers." title="" /> +<span class="caption">Copyright, 1895, by Harper & Brothers.</span> +</div> + +<p>The map this week continues from the point, Tarrytown, reached on map +published in No. 810 of the <span class="smcap">Round Table</span>, to Poughkeepsie, a ride of over +forty miles, which would be another and second stage on the route from +New York to Albany. All routes of this nature must, of course, be +divided by wheelmen reading this Department into sections of a length +which is most suitable for their own special purposes. It is perfectly +simple, for example, for a good rider to go from New York to +Poughkeepsie in one day. On the other hand, for one who is unaccustomed +to long distances the route shown on this map, from Tarrytown to +Poughkeepsie, is a very good ride. When the series, therefore, covering +a distance from New York to Albany is published, by putting the maps +together each wheelman may choose how far he will go each day.</p> + +<p>Running out of Tarrytown, the rider takes the Albany Post Road and +passes the André Monument (1), which he should pause to examine. After +leaving this monument he will come to St. Paul's Methodist Episcopal +Church. Here he should turn to the left and go down a long hill, thence +following the turnpike, which is unmistakable, until he reaches Sing +Sing, a distance of seven miles. If the wheelman takes time for it, he +may turn down to the river, about a mile before reaching Sing Sing, and +stop a moment to take a look at the State-prison. From Sing Sing the +road to Peekskill is direct; but it is a difficult twelve-mile ride, +with hills all along the way, especially just before crossing to Croton +Point, again on the Point, and then all the way up to Peekskill. The +road itself is sandy, and occasionally covered with loam. The riding is +not very good, and the wheelman is wise if he dismounts frequently. +After leaving Croton, and when approaching Verplank Point, he can look +across the river to Haverstraw, and see Treason Hill, where the meeting +between Arnold and André took place, and the terms of the surrender of +West Point were made. From Peekskill the rider runs out about half a +mile to the north, then turns to the left and follows the telegraph +poles to Garrison's. Immediately after crossing the bridges, on going +out of Peekskill, he will notice on the left the State Camp (4). The +road is sandy, and there are some bad hills over these eight miles.</p> + +<p>If the rider has time to stop for a look at historic places, he should +turn to the left after leaving the Peekskill encampment-grounds and run +down to Highland Station, from whence he can see across the river the +site of old Forts Clinton and Montgomery (5 and 6). Keeping on this road +and running up to Garrison's along the shore, he will pass Beverly +House, Arnold's old headquarters (7). At Garrison's is the old Phillipse +Manor, and directly across the river is the United States Military +Academy of West Point. The best road from this point to Wappinger's +Falls is to follow the black route on the map, keeping to the right +beyond Garrison's, and running on through Fishkill to Wappinger's Falls, +a distance of eighteen miles.</p> + +<p>It is possible, however, to keep to the left just beyond Garrison's, and +following the fair bicycle route, keep to the shore of the Hudson. The +road, however, is much more hilly through these highlands. By taking +this route the wheelman may cross the ferry at Fishkill village to +Newburg, where he may see the Washington headquarters (10), and Knox's +headquarters and winter camp (11) just outside Newburg. On the road from +Fishkill-on-the-Hudson to Fishkill itself he will pass the State +Hospital for the Insane (12). The road from Wappinger's Falls into +Poughkeepsie,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_661" id="Page_661">[Pg 661]</a></span> a distance of eight and a quarter miles, is moderately +good. The roads are easy riding, and the grades are not bad. The rider +should turn to the right on leaving Wappinger's Falls, cross Wappinger's +Creek, and take South Avenue direct into Poughkeepsie. On the way he +passes at the right of the Gallaudet Home for Deaf-Mutes (13), and if he +cares to, after reaching Poughkeepsie, he may struggle up the +Poughkeepsie Hills to take a look at Vassar College (14).</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">Note</span>.—Map of New York city asphalted streets in No. 809. Map of +route from New York to Tarrytown in No. 810. New York to Stamford, +Connecticut, in No. 811. New York to Staten Island in No. 812. New +Jersey from Hoboken to Pine Brook in No. 813. Brooklyn in No. 814. +Brooklyn to Babylon in No. 815. Brooklyn to Northport in No. 816.</p></div> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>A CITY BOY'S CONCLUSION.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">The cricket 'neath the old rail fence</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">His song forever toots.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">And sounds as if he's breaking in</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">A brand-new pair of boots.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><a name="THE_PUDDING_STICK" id="THE_PUDDING_STICK"></a> +<img src="images/ill_022.jpg" width="600" height="164" alt="THE PUDDING STICK" title="" /> +</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>This Department is conducted in the interest of Girls and Young +Women, and the Editor will be pleased to answer any question on +the subject so far as possible. Correspondents should address +Editor.</p></div> + +<p>Among the accomplishments which girls may cultivate to advantage none +surpasses that of reading aloud to the satisfaction of others. It is +singular that more of us do not acquire this delightful art. I do not +mean that we should become elocutionists, or study to be proficient in +dramatic effects; I simply advise girls who wish to give pleasure to +their families and friends to practise the art of reading intelligently, +in a clear and distinct voice, pronouncing their words plainly, giving +each sentence its full meaning, and being careful not to drop the voice +too suddenly at the end of a paragraph. It is so natural to let the +voice fall too much and too far at the close of a paragraph, that those +who wish to be heard make a point of learning how to use the rising +inflection—not to the degree which implies interrogation, but, so to +speak, leaving off with tones on the level, so that the voice carries +well across the room.</p> + +<p>During vacation you will have opportunities to exercise this gift if you +possess it. Half a dozen girls may enjoy the same story if one reads +aloud while the rest work. The dear auntie whose sight is failing, and +who is bidden by the doctor to rest her eyes, will be very much obliged +to you if you will read to her an hour or more a day at intervals, as +she and you may find convenient.</p> + +<p>I have found in my own experience that when I am reading with a view to +remembering a poem or essay or chapter of history, it is fixed upon my +mind more readily than otherwise if I read the passage aloud to myself. +Hearing as well as seeing the words, two senses aid in carrying the +message to the brain. I like to read poetry aloud when I am alone, thus +doubly enjoying its music and its feeling.</p> + +<p>As every bright young woman should be informed about current events, my +girl friends hardly need the reminder to read the daily papers. In doing +this, read according to system. You will be able to secure better +results if you have a plan than if you scan the journal taken in your +home in a slip-shod, heedless way.</p> + +<p>Every newspaper has its summary of contents, in which the news of that +day and paper are condensed and presented in a compact form. Read this +first. Select from this what you most wish to read—the foreign letters, +the society gossip, the political leaders, the description of a +prominent personage. Whatever you read, read with your whole attention, +and learn how to skip a great many things which, while coming under the +head of news, are not important to you. Reports of crime, for example, +must be published, but you and I can very well omit reading them.</p> + +<p>Somebody in the house, and it may as well be you, dear daughter Jane or +Charlotte, should take upon herself to see that the daily papers are not +spirited off to line closet-shelves or kindle the kitchen fire before +they are a week old. 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The Eight Numbers also bound in two +volumes at $3.00 each. Address Harper & Brothers, New York.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_662" id="Page_662">[Pg 662]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>Prize Story Awards.</h2> + +<p>The Round Table offered a First Prize of $50, a Second of $25, and a +Third of $25 for the best original stories written by authors who had +not passed their eighteenth birthday. There was no condition about the +kind of a story required, but appearance of manuscript, spelling, +construction, character, and plot were to be considered. Stories were +required to contain not more than two thousand nor fewer than one +thousand words. There were a few under five hundred contestants, some of +whom were as young as ten, and in one case seven years. Many stories +were extremely clever, considering the ages of their authors.</p> + +<p>The First Prize is won by a Knight who lives in Delaware. His name is +Henry S. Canby, aged sixteen. A Knight, also from a Southern State +(South Carolina), won the first prize in the Table's previous story +contest. The Second Prize is won by a Lady. She is thirteen, and lives +in Minnesota. Her name is Nancy Howe Wood, and the title of her story, +which will be published in order, is "An Exciting Game." The story +standing third is "Joey's Christmas." It reached us bearing no name of +the writer, although it said it was intended for this contest. Owing to +this oversight by the author we cannot award it the Third Prize. We +will, however, give the author, when found, an extra prize of $10. Will +he or she write us? The Third Prize is awarded to the story standing +fourth. It is "The Beverly Ghost," by Jennie Mae Blakeslee, aged +fifteen, a resident of New Jersey. The Table congratulates the winners.</p> + +<p>Stories by the following authors are specially commended, the order of +that praise being indicated by the order in which names are printed: +Upton B. Sinclair, Jun., Frances Chittenden, Constance F. Wheeler, Edith +den Bleyker, Alice E. Dyar, Mande Newbolt, A. D. Parsons, Oliver Bunce +Ferris, Agnes Barton, Fanny Fullerton, Joseph B. Ames, Helen H. Hayes, +Louis E. Thayer, George Clarkson Hirts, George W. Halliwell, Jun., Janet +Ashley, Ray Bailey Stevenson, Edith Eckfield, Gay Hugh Leland, Helen L. +Birnie, Virginia Louise De Caskey.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>An Old Civil War Veteran.</h2> + +<p>Living here is the oldest cavalry horse of the civil war. He belongs to +Sergeant B. F. Crawford, Company C, Sixteenth Pennsylvania Cavalry, who +captured him in Virginia just after his owner had been shot from his +back. He was then eight years old. Now he is forty, as black as coal, +save for some gray hairs in mane and tail, and still fond of martial +music, especially on Decoration day, the local parade of which he always +forms a part. Last year he went to the National Encampment of the Grand +Army at Pittsburg, but he is too feeble to go to another. "Old Ned" is +his name, and he is a universal favorite. His greatest war service was +his three days at Gettysburg, where he was in at the beginning and +finish, and didn't get a scratch.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 32em;"><span class="smcap">Harry Moorhead</span>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 32em;"><span class="smcap">North East, Pa</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>Care and Food of Fresh-water Turtles.</h2> + +<p>Several members ask about the care and food of turtles—really +fresh-water tortoises. They should be kept in a tank or vessel, with +some sort of an island upon which they may crawl when tired of swimming. +The best food for them is fresh animal food—flies, worms, or very tiny +live fish. If a live fly is put on the water so that it will kick, the +tortoise will come up and get it, as he will not be so apt to do with a +dead one. A worm may be dropped in for him once in a while; but as these +are sometimes hard to find, he may be fed with bits of meat, raw or +cooked. As a rule, tortoises will not eat vegetables or bread, though +these will not hurt them. They can go for a long time without food, but +it is better to feed them every day.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>A Jaunt Up Mount Macedon.</h2> + +<p>One fine day in December a few girl friends and I thought of walking +from Woodend to the top of Mount Macedon and back again. The first part +of the road leading to the Mount was smooth, and the shade thrown by the +eucalyptus-trees was very pleasant. As we got further on it became +rather hot, and we were glad to rest and eat our luncheon in a cool spot +about half-way up the Mount. Lilac Walk is a beautiful spot at the top +of Mount Macedon, and is so called because wild lilac blooms there in +profusion. The trees, which are tall, interlace and form arches, which +almost shut out the sun.</p> + +<p>The Camel's Hump is the highest peak of Mount Macedon. It was a very +steep climb, but we were rewarded for it. We could see around us miles +and miles of beautiful country, with here and there a tiny house among +the trees. On a fine day you can see Port Phillip Bay, which is over +forty miles distant. On our way back we saw a beautiful place thickly +covered with ferns, with a tiny stream running through it. We did not +feel very tired when we got there, although we had walked fourteen +miles. I intend forwarding you next time a brief description of the +Hanging Rock near Woodend.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 32em;"><span class="smcap">Eveline Wallace</span>, R. T. L.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 32em;"><span class="smcap">Tasma, Moreland Rd., W. Coburg</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>What Shall Our Badges Be?</h2> + +<p>The Founders decided the Order is to have a new badge, to be made in two +styles. One is to be of silver, or at least of some material that may be +secured at a low price, say ten cents, and the other of gold, or gold +and enamel, to cost as much as fifty cents, perhaps; certainly little if +any more. A score or more Founders suggested that designs be submitted. +Very good. Now where shall we get the designs? Do members wish to give +us some? If so, send them in. Draw them in either India or wash, that we +may reproduce them.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/ill_029.jpg" width="500" height="498" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>Here is the top of what is said to be the original King Arthur's Table. +It is preserved in the cathedral at Winchester, England. The figure is +that of Arthur, and the names are those of the original Knights. It was +suggested that the badge be a reproduction of this, but if the entire +table-top be employed designs will be so small they cannot be read. +Besides, we Americans hardly want to wear badges bearing a figure of +royalty, do we? Why not use the rose in the centre—the rose is +historic—and vary the inscription around it?</p> + +<p>In making designs, be careful to consider the time and nation. One +member sends us a design in which appears the fleur-de-lis, which is +French, not English. The sword, ancient pattern, the red and white rose, +the cross, other than the Latin—all these may be used. Of course we +will keep the "K. L. O. R. T." If need be, the words could be spelled +out: "Knights: Ladies: Order: Round: Table." Let us have your designs at +once. Any who wish may submit them. The two or three best will be +published, if made so we can reproduce them. Possibly an artist can +select the best features of several and combine them. So send along your +ideas.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>How to Plan a Gala Evening.</h2> + +<p>For July or August there are few entertainments more novel and +delightful than out-of-door ones. Why not have some in aid of the School +Fund? Or they might be partly in aid of the Fund and partly for the +benefit of a Chapter. The way to begin is to get together from six to a +dozen friends, and then write to us for particulars.</p> + +<p>Here is briefly what we shall recommend, but be sure to write, because +we can give you more explicit directions than we have space for here. We +shall give you titles of some very funny farces and pantomimes, similar +to those that college students give as burlesques, and which any company +of persons of any age can learn and render with very little trouble and +with certain success. We shall also tell you how to build a rustic stage +out of doors, to arrange hemlocks or spruces for "scenery," etc. A good +way is to charge a fee of twenty-five cents, and give, after the stage +entertainment is over, a plate of ice-cream free. You will have plenty +of fun—and help a good cause, and perhaps yourselves. Write us, sure.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>A Natural History Bit.</h2> + +<p>There are a great many violets about here, and the ones we have the most +of are the swamp violets and the little ones that grow in the fields. +The swamp violets are a very light purple with darker lines on the lower +petal. There are from two to twenty violets on one plant. They grow in +the woods and in wet places. The white violets also grow in the woods. +They are very much smaller, and are entirely white except the lower +petal, which has purple lines. They are very sweet. I have never seen +more than seven or eight violets on one plant.</p> + +<p>There are three other kinds that I know of that grow in the woods. One +is the yellow violet. It grows in dry places, and there is usually more +than one violet on a stem. The leaves also grow on the stem, instead of +starting from the roots, as most others do. The flower is a bright +yellow, with purple lines on the lower petal. There is the crow's-foot +violet, which grows in dry places and is a deep purple; also a little +purple violet whose name I do not know. It grows much like the yellow +violet, only it is much smaller, and often grows on rocks where there is +very little earth.</p> + +<p>The violet that grows in the fields is very small, and is oftenest a +deep purple, but sometimes the petals are purple and white mottled +together.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 32em;"><span class="smcap">H. W. S.</span></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 32em;"><span class="smcap">Connecticut</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>A Bit of An Old Fort.</h2> + +<p>Not very far from Bluffton near Beaufort is situated the island called +Paris Island. A friend of my father's owns a part of this, and he says +that on it are the remains of old Fort Charles, built by the Huguenots +in 1562. Will some one please write to me? I am fourteen. Bluffton is in +the very southwestern part of Beaufort County, S. C. The steamer <i>Alpha</i> +plies between Bluffton, Beaufort, and Savannah, but she is the slowest +steamer in existence.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 32em;"><span class="smcap">August Mittell</span>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 32em;"><span class="smcap">Bluffton</span>.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_663" id="Page_663">[Pg 663]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><a name="STAMPS" id="STAMPS"></a> +<img src="images/ill_030.jpg" width="600" height="200" alt="STAMPS" title="" /> +</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>This Department is conducted in the interest of stamp and coin +collectors, and the Editor will be pleased to answer any question +on these subjects so far as possible. Correspondents should +address Editor Stamp Department.</p></div> + +<p>The stamp editor wants to make this column as interesting and as useful +as possible to all the boys and girls who collect stamps. Is there any +subject on which you would like to have information? Shall we talk about +the United States stamps? Or about the great rarities which are so +eagerly sought by the advanced collectors that they are willing to pay +from $100 to $2500 each for these interesting little bits of paper? Or +about the different stamps issued in the Confederate States during the +great civil war? Or about the different water-marks, perforations, +papers, etc., which will make two stamps which "look just alike" worth +in the one case two cents and in the other $50? Or about auctions of +rare stamps? Or any other subject? Let us hear from you, boys and girls. +This is your column, and it shall be made as interesting as possible. Do +you keep the back numbers, so that you can refer to them? If you do, it +will be possible to answer fully some questions which are asked +frequently by simply referring to some other number in the current +volume.</p> + +<p>Several collectors ask how to distinguish the provisional stamps used in +Peru during the war in 1881-83 between Chili and Peru. Counting all the +different types of each stamp, there are over one hundred in all, and +their enumeration in the standard stamp catalogues covers three or four +pages. Collectors who make a specialty of Peruvian stamps make the +number much larger. In general, these stamps are simply the regular +Peruvian issue of 1874-79 with different surcharges. The victorious +Chilians printed their coat of arms on these stamps—sometimes alone, +and at other times the arms and a band in a horseshoe frame, with the +words "Union Postal Universal—Peru." The Peruvians used the same +horseshoe band as a surcharge, but without the Chilian arms. Another +Peruvian surcharge is the triangle with the word "Peru," and above it a +character intended to represent the sun. As almost all these surcharges +were printed by a hand-stamp, they are easily counterfeited, and +collectors should be careful to buy these stamps from responsible +dealers only.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">Gilbert Jackson</span>.—There are five varieties of the $5 United States +Internal Revenue stamps first issue. The perforated ones are worth +from two cents to thirty-five cents each. There are eleven $1 +stamps of the same issue, worth from one cent to $2.50 each. +Twelve varieties of the fifty-cent stamp, worth from one cent to +$1 each.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">J. R. P</span>.—The 1875 reprints of 1869 are on very white paper. The +2c. of this issue is worth $3. Many of the 1869 issue show little +or nothing of the grille. The Cape of Good Hope are quoted in the +catalogue mentioned by you. The drawing enclosed by you is of a +German local which has no value. The other stamps are probably +revenues, but your description is imperfect.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Fritz Brandt</span>.—The United States envelope which you describe is +the official service envelope of the Post-office Department. It is +a franked, not a stamped, envelope. It is not generally collected.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 32em;"><span class="smcap">Philatus</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/ill_031.jpg" width="300" height="82" alt="Ivory Soap" title="" /> +</div> + +<p class="center">To retain the brilliancy of Ginghams, wash them only in luke warm water, +in which a tablespoonful of salt and an equal quantity of Ivory Soap to +each gallon of water, have been dissolved. Dry in the shade.</p> + +<h4><span class="smcap">The Procter & Gamble Co., Cin'ti</span>.</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>You Can't take too much of</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/ill_032.jpg" width="300" height="105" alt="HIRES' Rootbeer" title="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">It quenches your thirst</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">That's the best of it.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Improves your health</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">That's the rest of it.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p class="center">A 25 cent package makes 5 gallons. Sold everywhere. Made only by The +Chas. E. Hires Co., Phila.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 112px;"> +<img src="images/ill_033.jpg" width="112" height="150" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<h3>BASE BALL, HOW TO PLAY IT.</h3> + +<p>A Great Book, contains <b>all</b> the rules; also the <i>secret</i> or pitching +curved balls, and to bat successfully. Rules for Football and Tennis. +Every player should have it. Entirely new and handsomely illustrated. +This <b>Great Book Free</b> to any one sending us 10 cents to pay postage. <b>Also</b> +Catalogue Guns, Revolvers, Musical Instruments, Magic Tricks. <b>All for +10c. Order quick.</b> For <b>$1.25</b> we will send <b>Our Base Ball Outfit</b>, +consisting of 9 Caps, 9 Belts, 1 Ball, 1 Bat. <b>BATES SPORTING CO., 100 +High St., Boston, Mass.</b></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/ill_034.jpg" width="500" height="72" alt="If afflicted with SORE EYES USE Dr. ISAAC THOMPSON'S EYE WATER" title="" /> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;"> +<img src="images/ill_035.jpg" width="250" height="88" alt="The Kombi Camera" title="" /> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;"> +<img src="images/ill_036.jpg" width="200" height="136" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p class="center">Carry in pocket. Takes 25 perfect pictures in one loading—reloading +costs 20c. Ask your dealer for it, or send for free booklet "All About +the Kombi."</p> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Alfred C. Kemper</span>,</h4> + +<h4>Branches: London, Berlin. 132-134 Lake Street, Chicago</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;"> +<img src="images/ill_037.jpg" width="200" height="179" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<h3><span class="u">CARD PRINTER</span> <b>FREE</b></h3> + +<p>Sets any name in one minute; prints 500 cards an hour. YOU can make +money with it. A font of pretty type, also Indelible Ink, Type Holder, +Pads and Tweezers. Best Linen Marker; worth $1.00. Sample mailed FREE +for 10c. stamps for postage on outfit and large catalogue of 1000 +Bargains.</p> + +<h4>R. H. Ingersoll & Bro. 65 Cortlandt St. N.Y. City</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 192px;"> +<img src="images/ill_038.jpg" width="192" height="82" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p class="center">WONDER CABINET <b>FREE</b>. Missing Link Puzzle, Devil's Bottle, Pocket Camera, +Latest Wire Puzzle, Spook Photos, Book of Sleight of Hand, Total Value +60c. Sent free with immense catalogue of 1000 Bargains for 10c. for +postage.</p> + +<h4>INGERSOLL & BRO., 65 Cortlandt Street N. Y.</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class="center"><b>DEAFNESS & HEAD NOISES CURED</b> by my <b>INVISIBLE</b> Tubular Cushions. Have +helped more to good <b>HEAR</b>ing than all other devices combined. Whispers +<b>HEAR</b>d. Help ears as glasses do eyes. <b>F. Hiscox</b>, 853 B'dway, N.Y. Book of +proofs <b>FREE</b></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class="center"><b>Horned Toad</b>, alive, $1.00; horse-hair lariat, Indian make, $3.00; five +Indian pottery vessels, $2.00; Navajoe Indian blankets, $3.00: volcanic +glass chips, 15c., all prepaid.</p> + +<h4>C. W. RIGGS, WALLACE, N. M.</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>NEW BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE</h2> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<h3>By MRS. SANGSTER.</h3> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><b>Little Knights and Ladies.</b> Verses for Young People. By <span class="smcap">Margaret E. +Sangster</span>, Author of "On the Road Home," etc. Illustrated. 16mo, +Cloth, Ornamental, Uncut Edges and Gilt Top, $1.25.</p></div> + +<p>Healthful, natural, and just the simple narrative poems and kindly +temperate effusions most pleasing to children.—<i>Philadelphia Press.</i></p> + +<p>The real poetry of child-life.—<i>Boston Advertiser.</i></p> + +<p>Characterized by womanly feeling—by observation of and sympathy with +the child side of domestic life.—<i>N. Y. Mail and Express.</i></p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<h3>By W. J. HENDERSON.</h3> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><b>Afloat with the Flag.</b> By <span class="smcap">W. J. Henderson</span>, Author of "Sea Yarns for +Boys," etc. Illustrated. Post 8vo, Cloth, Ornamental, $1.25.</p></div> + +<p>A good healthy story, attractively written, full of stirring incident +and adventure.—<i>N. Y. Times.</i></p> + +<p>W. J. Henderson sustains the reputation which he has achieved for +meritorious work by his latest juvenile book.... This volume of +adventure, battle, heroic endeavor, and thrilling struggle on sea and +land is a most captivating story told in the luminous and trenchant +style which characterizes this author's work.—<i>Philadelphia Press.</i></p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h4>Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.</h4> + +<p class="center">☞ <i>For sale by all booksellers, or will be mailed by the +publishers, postage prepaid, on receipt of the price.</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_664" id="Page_664">[Pg 664]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/ill_039.jpg" width="500" height="426" alt=""Now I know pussy ate up my goldfish, for you can see the bones sticking out of her cheeks."" title="" /> +<span class="caption">"Now I know pussy ate up my goldfish, for you can see the bones sticking out of her cheeks."</span> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>A QUESTION OF PEDIGREE.</h2> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 18em;">"Now who is that?" asked a dignified hen;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 19em;">"That chicken in white and gray?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 18em;">She's very well dressed, but from whence did she come?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 19em;">And her family, who are <i>they</i>?"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 18em;">"She never can move in our set, my dear,"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Said the old hen's friend to her, later;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 18em;">"I've just found out—you'll be shocked to hear—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 19em;"><i>She was hatched in an incubator!</i>"</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p>Patrick, in answer to an advertisement for a coachman, applied for the +position. He was one of three applicants, and patiently waited until his +turn arrived to offer his services. The gentleman who wanted the +coachman loved a joke, and when the first applicant had answered a few +of his questions, he finally asked him,</p> + +<p>"How near to the edge of a precipice would you undertake to drive my +carriage?"</p> + +<p>"Your Honor, I'd come within a foot of it."</p> + +<p>The same question was put to the second applicant, who replied,</p> + +<p>"I'll drive within three inches of it all the way, and never slip a +wheel."</p> + +<p>Patrick was then asked what he would do. "Faith, your Honor, I'd kape as +far away from the idge as possible." Patrick was engaged.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p>Every boy and girl has doubtless heard of the great composer Handel. +Here is a little story told of him and of Dr. Maurice Green, a musician +whose compositions were never remarkably fine. It seems he had sent a +solo anthem to Handel for his opinion, and Handel invited him to take +breakfast, and he would say what he thought of it. After coffee, Green's +patience became exhausted, and he said, "Well, sir, what did you think +of it?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, your anthem! Ah, I did t'ink dat it wanted air."</p> + +<p>"Air!" cried Green.</p> + +<p>"Yes, air; and so I did hang it out of de vindow," replied Handel.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p>"James," asked the school-teacher, "what do you do with your odd moments +after school?"</p> + +<p>"I waits until they adds up into an hour, and then I goes fishin'."</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="smcap">Freddy</span> (<i>five years old</i>). "Boys, keep away from me."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Chorus</span>. "Why, what's the matter?"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Freddy</span>. "The teacher said I was sharp to-day, and you might get cut."</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="smcap">Mother</span>. "Frank, what is baby crying about?"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Frank</span>. "I guess because I took his cake and showed him how to eat it."</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p>There is a story going the rounds of the British press about two very +distinguished archæologists—Sir William Wilde and Dr. Donovan. It seems +that these two gentlemen made an excursion to the Isles of Arran, where +interesting remains of archæological nature have been found.</p> + +<p>They came across a little rough stone building, and both entered into a +fierce argument as to the exact century of its erection. Finally each +claimed a date, one giving it the sixth century, and the other a later +one.</p> + +<p>A native who had listened with gaping mouth and ears to the lengthy and +learned terms used by the disputants, broke into the conversation with +the remark, "Faix, you're both wrong as far as that little buildin' is +consarned; it was built just two years ago by Tim Doolan for his +jackass."</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>THE HIGHWAYMAN AND THE TRAVELLER.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/ill_040.jpg" width="500" height="188" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">A highwayman grim—here's a picture of him—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">A traveller once did waylay,</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/ill_041.jpg" width="500" height="251" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">But his pistols were rusted; he fired: they busted.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/ill_042.jpg" width="500" height="232" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">And the traveller went on his way.</span><br /> +</p> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Round Table, June 25, 1895, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S ROUND TABLE, JUNE 25, 1895 *** + +***** This file should be named 33037-h.htm or 33037-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/3/3/0/3/33037/ + +Produced by Annie McGuire + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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TWO DOLLARS A YEAR. + + * * * * * + + + + +[Illustration] + +OAKLEIGH. + +BY ELLEN DOUGLAS DELAND. + + +CHAPTER I. + +It was a large house, standing well back from the broad highway that +leads from Brenton to Pelham, so far back, indeed, and at the end of +such a long shady drive, that it could not be seen for some few minutes +after turning in from the road. + +The approach was pretty, the avenue winding through the trees, with an +occasional glimpse of the meadows beyond. The road forked where the +trees ended, and encircled the lawn, or the "heater-piece" as the family +called it, it being in the exact shape of a flatiron. The house stood on +high ground, and there were no trees very near. + +It was a white house with green blinds, solid and substantial looking. +The roof of the piazza was upheld by tall white columns, and vines +growing at either end relieved the bareness. On the southern side of the +house a small conservatory had been added. On the other side the ground +sloped to the Charles River, though in summer one could see only the +water from the upper windows, because of the trees which grew so thick +upon the banks. + +This was Oakleigh, the home of the Franklins, so named because of a +giant oak-tree which spread its huge branches not far from the back of +the house. + +As to the Franklins, there were five of them, and they were all +assembled on the front porch. + +Though it was the last day of April, spring was unusually early for +Massachusetts this year, and the day was warm and clear, suggesting +summer and delightful possibilities of out-door fun. + +Edith, the eldest, sat with her work. It was unusual work for a girl of +barely sixteen. A large old-fashioned basket was on the floor by her +side, with piles of children's clothes in it, and she was slowly and +laboriously darning a stocking over a china egg. + +The children had no mother, and a good deal devolved upon Edith. + +Jack and Cynthia, the twins, came next in age, and they were just +fourteen. They looked alike though Jack was much the taller of the two, +and his hair did not curl so tightly as Cynthia's. She sat on the steps +of the piazza. Her sailor hat was cast on the ground at her feet, and +her pretty golden-brown hair was, as usual, somewhat awry. + +It was one of the trials of Edith's life that Cynthia's hair would not +keep smooth. + +Jack lay at full length on the grass, sometimes flat on his back, +staring at the sky, sometimes rolling over, the more easily to address +his sisters. + +Jack had a project in his mind, and was very much in earnest. Cynthia, +of course, was already on his side--she had known of it from the first +moment the idea popped into his head, but Edith had just been told, and +she needed convincing. + +Janet and Willy, "the children," were playing at the other end of the +porch. They were only six and five, and did not count in the family +discussions. + +"There's money in it, I'm sure," said Jack; "and if I can only get +father to agree with me and advance some money, I can pay him back in +less than a year." + +"Papa hasn't much money to spare just now," said Edith, "and I have +always heard that there was a good deal of risk about raising chickens +from an incubator." + +"My dear girl," returned Jack, with an air of lofty authority, "allow me +to say that you don't know much about it. I've been reading upon hens +for two days, and I find that, allowing for all risks--bad eggs, +inexperience, weasels, and skunks, and diseases, you're sure to make +some profit at the end of a year. Now, I'm late in thinking of it, I +know. To-morrow is the 1st of May, and I couldn't get more than three +hatches this summer, but that would probably pay the cost of the +incubator. I can get a first-rate one for forty dollars, and I can buy +one 'brooder.' If I bought one I could make the others like it." + +"But your eggs?" said Edith. "You would have to pay a great deal for +eggs." + +"Eggs would be about five or six dollars a hundred, and it takes two +hundred to fill the machine. I should want to get a fine breed, of +course--Brahmas, or Cochins, or Leghorns, probably, and they cost more; +but, you see, when they begin to lay, there comes my money right back to +me." + +"When they do," said Edith, sceptically. + +"Edith, don't be so mean!" cried Cynthia. "Jack wants to begin to make +money, and I think he's right. I'm going to help him all I can, and we +want you to be on our side to help talk over papa. He is always telling +Jack that he'll soon have to begin to work, and now here's a chance." + +"Papa wants Jack to make some money to help support us when he is old +enough, but he wants him to finish his education first, of course. And I +am sure he doesn't want him to lay out a lot of money, as he would have +to do in raising hens." + +"That's just like a girl," said Jack, scornfully. "Don't you know that +there's always a lot of risk in anything you undertake, and you've got +to take the chances? There are very few things you don't have to put +money into." + +"Of course, for a grown man. But a boy of your age ought to work for a +salary, or something of that sort--not go investing." + +Cynthia stirred uneasily. She knew this was just the wrong thing to say +to Jack. Unfortunately, Edith was so apt to say the wrong thing. + +Jack sprang to his feet. "There's no use arguing with girls. I may be a +'boy of my age,' but I've got some sense, and I know there's money in +this. I'm not going to say another word about it to anybody until father +comes home, and I can talk it over with him." + +And Jack walked off around the corner of the house, whistling to Ben and +Chester, the two big setters, to follow him, which they did with joyful +alacrity. + +"There!" exclaimed Cynthia, "now he's gone off mad. I don't see why you +said that, Edith." + +"Said what? I'm sure it is true. The idea of a boy of his age--" + +"There you go again. Jack may be young, but he is trying awfully hard to +help papa, and you needn't go twitting him about his age." + +"I'm sure I never meant to twit him," said Edith; "and I think he's +awfully touchy. But it is half past four, Cynthia, and time to go meet +papa. Won't you be sure to brush your hair and put on a fresh neck-tie +or something? You do look so untidy. That skirt is all frayed out around +the bottom." + +"Oh, bother my hair and my neck-tie, and everything else!" cried +Cynthia, though with perfect good-nature. "Edith, you make such a fuss! +Shall I go meet papa?" + +"No, I'll go; but I wish you would order the horse. Now, Cynthia, don't +forget your hair, will you? Papa hates to see you untidy." + +For answer Cynthia banged the screen-door as she disappeared into the +house and walked through the wide hall, humming as she went. + +"What shall I do with these children?" sighed Edith to herself, as she +laid down the stocking, mended at last, and prepared to put up her work. +"I'm sure I do the best I can, and what I think our mother would have +liked, but it is very hard. If Cynthia only would be more neat!" + +A loud crash interrupted her thoughts. At the end of the piazza, where +the children had been playing, was a mass of chairs and tables, while +from the midst of the confusion came roars of pain, anger, and fright. + +"What _is_ the matter?" cried Edith, running to the scene, and +overturning her work-basket in her flight. + +It took several minutes to extricate the screaming children, set them on +their feet, and ascertain that no bones were broken. + +"Get the red oil!" shrieked Janet; "that naughty boy has killed me! I'm +dead! I'm dead! Get the red oil!" + +"It's no such a thing!" shouted Willy. "I didn't do it, and I'm dead, +too. Ugh! I'm all bludge. Get the red oil!" + +Cynthia had witnessed the scene from the window, and appeared just in +time with the bottle of red oil, the panacea for all the Franklin bumps +and bruises. + +"What were you doing, you naughty children?" said Edith, as she wiped +the "bludge" from Willy's lips, and found that it came from a very small +scratch, while Janet was scarcely hurt at all. + +"We were only playing cars, and Willy _would_ ride on the engine, and +made it topple over, and--" + +"It's no such a thing!" interposed Willy. "Girls don't know nothin' +'bout steam-cars, and Janet went and put her feet on the back of my +chair, and--" + +He was interrupted by a blow from Janet's small fat fist, which he +immediately returned in kind, and then both began to scream. + +"Yon are both as bad as you can be, and I've a good mind to send you to +bed," said Edith, severely, shaking Janet as she spoke. + +Janet cast herself upon Cynthia. "Edith's horrid to us! She is so cross. +Cynthia, don't let her send us to bed. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hit Willy; +I'm sorry we upset the chairs; I'm sorry for everything." + +"Well, here comes the horse, and I must go," said Edith. "Oh, look at my +basket!" + +And it was indeed a sight. Spools, scissors, china eggs, stockings, +everything lay in wild confusion on the floor. + +"Never mind. I'll pick them up," said Cynthia. "Don't bother about them, +Edith. The children will help me. Come along, Willy and Janet. Let's see +which can find the most spools." + +Edith looked back doubtfully as, having put on her hat, she got into the +carriage. What would her basket be like when she next saw it? But it was +kind of Cynthia, and how much better Cynthia managed the children than +she did. What was the reason? She was thinking it over, when she heard +her name called loudly from behind, and, pulling in the horse quickly, +she waited, wondering what had happened now. + +Cynthia came flying down the avenue. "Edith! Edith! Wait a minute! I +forgot to tell you. Don't say anything to papa about Jack's scheme, will +you? Let him tell." + +"Oh, Cynthia, how you frightened me! I thought something dreadful was +the matter." + +"But don't, will you, Edith? Promise! You know--well, Edith, Jack can +explain it so much better himself." + +Cynthia was too kind-hearted to tell Edith that she would spoil it all +if she said anything first, but Edith knew that was what she meant. A +sharp reply was on her lips, but she controlled herself in time. + +"Very well," she said, quietly, "I won't." + +And then she drove on, and Cynthia went back to the house satisfied. + +Edith had a quick, impatient temper, and it was not an easy matter for +her to curb her tongue. Her mother had died five years ago, when she was +but eleven years old. Then an aunt had come to live with them, but she +had lately married and gone to South America, and now there was no one +else, and Edith was considered old enough to keep house and look after +the children. + +The road wound through the woods, with here and there a view of the +river, leading finally into the old New England town and forming its +main street. + +Tall elm-trees shaded the approach to the village, and fine old houses, +with well-kept lawns in front, were to be seen on either side. + +The horse that Edith drove was by no means a fine one, and the old buggy +was somewhat unsteady and rattled alarmingly. In other words, the +Franklins were poor, but they had hosts of friends; and as Edith entered +the village she nodded right and left to the various people she met. +Every one liked the Franklins, and the family had lived at Oakleigh for +generations. + +As she reached the station the train came in. A throng of carriages +filled the broad space in front, and Edith was obliged to draw up at +some little distance from the cars. Presently she saw her father coming +towards her, and with him was an odd little figure, the sight of which +made Edith's heart sink with apprehension. + +"Oh dear! oh dear!" she exclaimed to herself, "if there isn't Aunt +Betsey!" + +Then she shrank back into the corner of the buggy, and watched the +amused glances that were cast upon her relative by all who saw her. + +Miss Betsey Trinkett, of Wayborough, was Edith's great-aunt, and +constituted one of the largest thorns in her side. She was old, she was +odd, she was distinctly conspicuous; and Edith disliked above all things +to be conspicuous. + +Miss Betsey trotted along the platform by her nephew's side, quite +unconscious of the tumult she was raising in the breast of her +grandniece. She was dressed in a short, scant velveteen gown that might +have belonged to her grandmother, and a large bonnet of the same date, +from which hung a figured lace veil. A gay shawl was folded about her +slender shoulders, and Mr. Franklin carried her carpet-bag with the +silver lock and key. + +She waved a welcome to Edith with a mitted hand, and Edith, recovering +herself, nodded in response. + +"How do you do, Aunt Betsey? What a surprise!" + +"Yes, my dear, I like to surprise you now and then. I came up to Boston +town on business, and your father insisted upon my coming out to see you +all. In fact, I knew he would, so I just popped my best cap and my +knitting into my bag, along with some little things for you children, +and here I am." + +And she stepped nimbly into the buggy, followed by Mr. Franklin. + +"We shall be a 'Marblehead couple,'" he said, as he balanced himself on +the seat and took the reins. + +Edith detested "Marblehead couples," otherwise driving three on a seat, +and she hid herself as much as possible in her corner, and hoped that +people would not know she was there. + +Miss Betsey chatted away with her nephew, and in time the three miles +were covered, and they turned into the Oakleigh drive. Edith had +recovered somewhat by this time, having been engaged in scolding herself +all the way from the village for her uncordial feelings. + +The others welcomed Aunt Betsey most cordially. Her carpet-bag always +contained some rare treat for the little ones; and, besides, they were a +hospitable family. + +"But come with me, girls," said Miss Betsey, mysteriously, when she had +bestowed her gifts. "There is something I want to consult you about." + +She trotted up the long flight of stairs to her accustomed room with the +springiness of a young girl, Edith and Cynthia following her. She closed +the door behind them, and seating herself in the rocking-chair, looked +at them solemnly. + +"Do you remark anything different about my appearance?" + +"Why, of course, Aunt Betsey!" exclaimed Cynthia; "your hair!" + +"Well, I want to know! Cynthy, you are very smart. You get it from your +great-grandmother Trinkett, for whom you were named. Well, what do you +think of it?" + +Edith had hastened to the closet, and was opening drawers and removing +garments from the hooks in apparently a sudden desire for neatness. In +reality she was convulsed with laughter. + +Cynthia controlled herself, and replied, with gravity, "Did it grow +there?" + +Miss Betsey rocked with satisfaction, her hands folded in her velveteen +lap. + +"I knew it was a success. No one would ever know it, would they? My +dears, I bought it to-day in Boston town. The woman told me it looked +real natural. I don't know as I like the idea exactly of wearing other +people's hair, but one has to keep up with the times, and mine was +getting very scant. Silas said to me the other night, said he, 'Betsey, +strikes me your hair isn't as thick as it used to be.' That set me +thinking, and I remember I'd heard tell of these frontispieces, and I +then and there made up some business I'd have to come to Boston town +about, and here I am. I bought two while I was about it. The woman said +it was a good plan, in case one got lost or rumpled, and here it is in +this box. Just lay it away carefully for me, Cynthy, my dear." + +The old lady's thin and grayish locks had been replaced by a false front +of smooth brown, with puffs at the side, and a nice white part of most +unnatural straightness down the middle. + +"You see, I like to please Silas," she continued. "I'll tell you again, +as I've told you before, girls, Silas Green and I we've been keeping +steady company now these forty years. But I can't give up the view from +my sitting-room windows to go and live at his house on the other hill, +and he can't give up the view from his best-room windows to come and +live at my house. We've tried and tried, and we can't either of us give +up. And so he just comes every Sunday night to see me, as he's done +these forty years, and I guess it'll go on a while longer." + +They were interrupted by the sound of the tea bell. + +Miss Betsey hastily settled her cap over the new front, and they all +went down stairs, Cynthia pinching Edith to express her feelings, and +longing to tell Jack about Aunt Betsey's latest. + +But they found Jack having an animated discussion with his father, his +thoughts on business plans intent. + +Cynthia anxiously surveyed the two, and she feared from appearances that +Mr. Franklin did not intend to yield. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +LIFE IN A LIGHT-HOUSE. + +BY A. J. ENSIGN. + + +A cold biting west wind was blowing. The sea close under the beach was +smooth and steel blue, and the breakers reared their white crests +slowly, falling in dull booms of muttered thunder. Beyond the rollers a +wide expanse of ice-hard gray water swept away to the iron line of the +horizon, where strange shapes of writhing billows tossed against the +glow of the rising moon. Half a dozen stars of the first magnitude swam +in moisture in the zenith, and far away in the west a smudge of black +cloud, touched on its lower edge with blood red, kept the record of the +swift winter sunset. + +"It will blow from the south'ard and east'ard afore mornin', an' it'll +snow," said the light-house keeper, as he peered out into the growing +gloom, pierced as it was by the rays of the lamp which he had set +burning half an hour before. + +"Ay," said his assistant, "an' we'll have fog, too, I'm thinkin'." + +"Well, get steam up for the siren, an' stan' by fur trouble afore dawn." + +The predictions of both men came true. Before two o'clock in the morning +the wind had shifted to the southeast, and was blowing a gale. Great +tangled masses of brown cloud were flying across the sky at terrific +speed, and in and out of the rifts shot the red moon flaming like a +comet. The breakers no longer reared and fell slowly, but hurled +themselves in shrieking masses of foam upon the stricken beach. A +yelling as of ten thousand evil spirits surrounded the caged lantern; +but the great yellow light blazed out its warning upon the black waters. +But not for long; for out of the southeast swept the impenetrable gray +fog that no light could pierce. Then the hoarse moaning blast of the +steam-siren sent its cry of warning out over the raging waters. At four +o'clock the gale was terrific, and ever and anon the shriek of a +steam-whistle told that some vessel was groping her way toward the +entrance to the harbor. Suddenly the whistle burst into a series of +rapid screams. + +"Wake up, Tom!" shouted the assistant keeper, who was on watch. "There's +a tug out yonder that's parted the hawser of her tow." + +The keeper sprang to his feet and listened to the despairing screams of +the whistle out in the fog. + +"You're right!" he exclaimed. "And whatever's gone adrift'll be ashore +in less than an hour. They'll never hear those whistles at the station +with the wind in this quarter." + +He jumped to the telephone and called up the life-saving station a mile +above. + +"There's a tug off here," he said, "and she's lost her tow." + +"All right," came the answer; "we'll look out for 'em." + +[Illustration: TAKEN ASHORE IN A BREECHES-BUOY.] + +Half an hour later a big three-masted coal barge, which thirty years +earlier had been an English bark, was in the breakers half a mile above +the life-saving station; but owing to the sharp lookout for her, all her +people, three men, a boy, and a woman, were taken ashore safely in the +breeches buoy. At sunup the other barge, which had been in tow of the +tug, was seen three miles offshore hove to under her leg-of-mutton +canvas. She was picked up by an incoming steamer, and towed into the +harbor. + +That is a sample of the experience of a light-house keeper whose light +is on the land. He has a comparatively comfortable berth; but all lights +are not so pleasantly situated. Some are situated at considerable +distances from the shore, on dangerous reefs. Most of the houses so +situated are built on iron-screw piles, like those at Thimble Shoals, +Virginia, Fowey Rocks, Alligator Reef, and Sombrero Key, Florida. These +houses stand on iron legs, which are screwed down into the rocks on the +bottom, and the keeper's only means of leaving his confined dwelling is +by the boat, which swings at davits, as it would aboard a ship. It has +been found that a light-house built in this manner will stand the shocks +of heavy weather much better than one made of solid masonry. The storm +wave of the Atlantic Ocean travels at the rate of about thirty miles an +hour, and when one of these waves, towering from fifteen to thirty-five +feet, strikes an obstacle, such as a light-house, it deals a blow whose +force can be measured only in hundreds of tons. The iron-screw +pile-house, however, is elevated far enough above the level of the sea +to escape the blows of the waves, which meet with no greater resistance +than that offered by the slender legs of the structure. + +Let us imagine the experience of a keeper of one of these lights in a +great storm. It is September. All day the sea has been deathly calm, but +with a slow swell of ominous breadth and weight. The sky has been of a +dead gray color, and has seemed to hang so low that one might almost +reach it from the top of the lantern. Toward night the wind begins to +come in fitful gusts that moan around the light-house like the voices of +warning spirits. The keeper goes out on the balcony and looks anxiously +around the horizon. He knows that they are in for a bad night, and he +knows that even iron-screw light-houses have been carried away in great +gales. But he goes calmly and carefully about his work. He sees that the +boat and all other objects outside the house are well secured. He sees +the lamp well supplied with oil and trimmed wicks. He gives the lenses +and reflectors a few more affectionate rubs, and as the sun goes down +fire-red into a crimson sea he lights the wicks and goes down to his +supper. + +The gusts of wind outside increase in number and in force. Strange +shriekings and moanings break from the crannies of the light-house. It +is blowing half a gale now, and the sea is beginning to rise. Fiercer +and fiercer become the blasts. The light-house begins to vibrate like a +fiddle. A strange humming, as of the giant strings of some enormous +AEolian harp, is added to the shriller screams of the wind. It is the +gale singing through the iron legs and braces of the structure. And now +a squall more violent than any that have preceded it comes yelling +across the sea. It tears the foaming crests off half a dozen waves, and +sends them swirling down to leeward in shivering sheets of snowy +spoondrift. With fearful force the blast strikes the light-house, at the +same time hurling some of the spoondrift against its weather side with +a crash. What was that? Did the whole building sway? + +The keeper shuts his lips tightly and goes up to look at the lamp. It is +burning brightly. He descends again, and puts on his oil-skins and +sou'wester. Waiting for a lull in the gale, he bolts out upon the +balcony, hastily closing the door behind him. For a moment he stands, +clinging with all his might to the iron railing, while the mad wind +seems to try to strip his clothing from him. How the building trembles +under the furious assaults of the wind! What an awful roar the +conflicting elements make around its iron walls! The keeper's eyes are +half blinded by the driving rain and salt spray. But he can see by the +light of the faithful lamp above him towering walls of black and shining +water sweeping down out of the fathomless darkness beyond as if to +engulf his little refuge. They rush forward and disappear within the +circle of gloom below the light, and the next instant he hears them +hissing and shrieking around the sturdy iron leg. + +There! There is the monster wave of all, heaving its mighty crest +twenty-five feet, so that the keeper sees it level with his eyes as he +gazes, fascinated. It is coming, it is coming. Ah, it is too big to pass +the reef without breaking. See! It has toppled over, and goes boiling +under the gallery in a wild mass of ghostly foam. The keeper shivers a +little, shakes his head, and goes back to his warm room, muttering a +prayer for the safety of the sailors on the sea. You and I would mutter +one for our own, perhaps, if we stood on a swaying balcony above a +storm-torn ocean. + +Before morning the keeper hears the report of a gun. He knows too well +the meaning of that sound. It is a signal of distress. He rushes out on +the balcony again, and sees the dim form of a dismasted ship driving +upon the reef. What can he do? Not a thing. He calls up his assistants, +and they helplessly watch the vessel strike. They hear the cries of her +people. They see the waves burst over her in great clouds of seething +spray. Suddenly one of the men utters a shout. + +"See! There's a spar driving down on us with some one on it." + +[Illustration: A RESCUE FROM THE LIGHT.] + +Now the keeper and his assistants can do something, and they move with +the rapidity of men whose wits are accustomed to the emergencies of the +deep. Projecting from one side of the house is an iron arm, at the end +of which hang a block and tackle. This is used for hoisting supplies +from the boat which brings them off. Quickly a line is fastened around +the hook at the bottom of the tackle. This is to give the shipwrecked +mariner something by which to hold. The broken and half-buried spar +sweeps down toward the light-house. Two men are clinging to it with the +strength of despair. The tackle is lowered, and as the spar drives +against one of the stout iron legs of the light-house one of the two men +catches the rope, and is quickly hauled up to the gallery. At once the +tackle is lowered again, and the other man is hauled up. Half blind, +half drowned, staggering with exhaustion, they are taken into the house +where warm drinks and dry clothing revive them. Then they sit beside the +stove and tell the dreadful story of the wreck, while the howling of the +wind, the thunder of the seas, and the swaying of the house remind them +all that the storm still rages without. + +Finally the great gale ends, and gradually the sea goes down. The +shipwrecked seamen are anxious to reach land, and the light-house +keeper, upon whose stores two extra mouths make serious inroads, is +willing to have them go. Late in the afternoon of the third day they see +smoke on the horizon. By-and-by the smoke appears to rise from a little +black speck. Gradually the speck grows larger, and at length it assumes +the outlines of a small steam-vessel. + +"That's her," says the keeper. "Now you'll be able to get ashore." + +"Is it the tender?" asks one of the wrecked sailors. + +"Yes," says the keeper. "She was due here just about the time the gale +set in." + +[Illustration: RECEIVING SUPPLIES IN CALM WEATHER.] + +It is the stanch little light-house tender, whose duty it is to visit +the various lights in her district, and replenish their supplies. Many a +rough time she has at sea, and many a narrow escape; but the pressing +necessities of the keepers of the isolated lights embolden the captains +of tenders to brave many dangers. The tender is alongside the +light-house in due time, and the tackle which so lately saved human +lives hoists up boxes of provisions, cans of oil, and other articles. +The two shipwrecked sailors are put aboard the tender to be landed at +the nearest port, and in a short time the little vessel is once more a +smudge of smoke upon the horizon. + +And so let us bid good-by to the light-house and the keeper. We know now +that he is a brave and faithful fellow, who, if need be, will lower away +his little boat, and pull to the rescue of those in danger. We know that +in spring and in summer, in autumn and in winter, in calm or storm, in +clear weather or in fog, in health or in sickness, he will be found +always at his post, always at his duty. We know that when the skies are +clear, and the sea smooth, and the stars bright, the lamp will burn and +send its gentle yellow rays out upon the inky waters to guide the +mariner over the trackless sea. We know that when the gray curtain of +the fog hides the light, the hoarse scream of the steam-siren or brazen +clang of the fog-bell will echo over the water, and warn the sailor +against hidden dangers. For always and everywhere the light-house keeper +is a brave, honest, faithful man; humble, indeed, but the reliance and +the guide of "those who go down to the sea in ships." + + + + +[Illustration: THE CAMERA CLUB] + + This Department is conducted in the interest of Amateur + Photographers, and the Editor will be pleased to answer any + question on the subject so far as possible. Correspondents should + address Editor Camera Club Department. + + +PAPERS FOR BEGINNERS, No. 6. + +SIMPLE DEVELOPMENT. + +A girl who was taking her first lesson in developing said that +developing was dozens of "whens" and "ifs," and one must learn them all +at once or else spoil all one's plates. + +Our first directions for development will not be with the kind of +pictures which the beginner usually takes, but the kind he ought to +take, and which are simplest and easiest to develop. These are time +landscape pictures. + +By time pictures is meant those which are taken with a short-time +exposure instead of with a drop-shutter in bright sunlight. The day for +making a successful time picture is when the sky is slightly clouded and +the light soft, so that there are no deep shadows. + +The picture being made, and everything ready for development, remove the +plate from the holder and lay it face up in the tray. Turn the +developer--which is ready in the glass graduate--quickly over the plate, +taking great care that the whole surface is flooded instantly. If the +developer is not applied uniformly patches will appear on the negative +which print darker, the dark spots being where the developer did not +reach the plate as quickly as it did the other parts. + +As soon as the developer has covered the plate, move the tray gently to +and fro, tipping it this way and that, but not enough to expose the +plate. In about a half-minute the high lights will begin to appear. The +high lights are those parts of the plate which have been exposed to the +strongest light, and which will show white, or light, in the printed +picture. The sky, which has reflected the strongest light, will appear +first. It will show as black patches here and there at one edge of the +plate. + +By the time the sky is well out other objects will begin to show, those +which were in the deepest shadow will be the longest coming out. After +the image is well defined on the plate, lift it carefully from the tray +and look through it toward the light, holding rather near the lantern so +as to see if the detail is out. + +To explain what is meant by detail, we will suppose that there is a mass +of shrubbery in the picture. If this part of the picture is developed +far enough, the lights and shadows and the forms of the bushes will show +when the plate is looked at against the light, but if the glass is clear +there is no detail, and the development has not been carried far enough. +It must be put back in the developer and allowed to remain longer. + +When the plate has been sufficiently developed, which will be in from +three to five minutes, the yellow color will begin to fade, and the +outlines, which have been quite sharp, will grow dim. At this point, if +one looks at the plate the picture can be quite distinctly seen on the +back. + +Take the plate from the developer, rinse it thoroughly in clean water, +and place it, film side up, in the tray of hypo solution, which is made +by dissolving 1 oz. of hyposulphite of soda in 4 oz. of water. + +This bath, which is usually called the fixing-bath, though the proper +term would be clearing-bath, removes from the negative the sensitive +silver salts which have not been affected by light or by development, +and makes the image permanent. After the plate has remained in the +clearing-bath for five minutes it will be found on looking at the back +of the plate that the yellow color has almost entirely disappeared, +leaving on the glass the clear image of the landscape. The plate should +remain in the hypo for ten minutes, so that the salts of silver may be +thoroughly dissolved, or the plates will look streaked, and will not +make satisfactory prints. + +The plate must next be washed to remove all traces of hypo. Hypo stains +the negative, and if not thoroughly washed out is apt to form again in +crystals and ruin the negative. + +An hour is long enough to wash the negative in running water, and two +hours, with four or five changes of water, where there is no running +water. When the negative has been washed long enough, take a small wad +of soft cotton, and holding both plate and cotton in the water wipe the +film gently with the cotton to remove any dirt which may have settled in +the film. If one has no drying-rack set the plate on a shelf, with the +film side toward the wall to avoid the settling of dust in the film. + +When the negative is dry, place it in an envelope, number and mark it, +and place it in some place where it may be found without trouble. + + + + +BILL TYBEE AND THE BULL. + +YARN OF A WHALEMAN ON SHORE. + +BY W. J. HENDERSON. + + +"And didn't yeou never have nothin' more to do with whalin'?" asked +Farmer Joe. + +"Oh, well," Handsome answered, "I never said that I gave up whaling for +good and all. You know, sailors never know when they're well off." + +"Waal," said Farmer Joe, "it 'pears to me that this 'ere's abaout a good +time to tell us some more on 't." + +"Did I ever tell you about going whaling on shore?" + +"Git aout!" exclaimed Farmer Joe. + +"You don't believe it, eh? Did you never hear of Amagansett, Long +Island? That's where all good whalemen go when they get to be too old to +go to sea. They have their boats there, and when a whale heaves in sight +off shore they put right out through the surf, and generally there's one +dead whale in those parts when they come back. But it isn't about that +I'm going to tell you, because chasing whales in boats is all the same +whether you start from shore or a ship. But down there's where I met old +Bill Tybee." + +"Who were he?" asked Farmer Joe. + +"He was a very old sailor, who'd quit the sea, and was running a sort of +express business. That is, he had a horse and wagon, and used to cart +things for people. He was a great old chap, I tell you, and the yarns he +used to tell would have scraped barnacles off the back door of the North +Pole. His horse was so old he couldn't move at any pace except a sort of +dog-trot, and the wagon rumbled and squeaked like a fife-and-drum corps. +One day I said to Bill that I'd like to know why he didn't get a new +horse and wagon, and then he told me a regular hair-twister. I'm going +to tell it to you, and I'm going to tell it just the way Bill told it to +me." + +Handsome shifted his seat a foot or two, took a round turn around his +foot and tested the splice which he had been making, and then screwing +his face up in imitation of "old Bill Tybee," he began. + +"Git a new hoss an' waggin, hey? I ain't no dude. Nex' thing I 'spect +you'll be wantin' me to run a tally-hoo coach to take beach-combers out +a clam-diggin'. New hoss an' waggin! Say, I had 'em oncet, an' I don't +want 'em no more. I got all the trouble I want now, without havin' a +cantankerous young colt a tryin' to jump fences with me an' the waggin. +Say, I'm goin' to tell you 'bout the new hoss an' waggin I had oncet, +an' then I leave it to you, if you was me an' I was you, would you try +it on some more. 'Bout two year ago come Thanksgivin' I got so sot up in +bizness that I bought Farmer Hiram Smoggs's brown colt, that were jes +seven year old that fall, an' his one-hoss farm waggin wot Fin Dooley +had jes painted redder'n a new can-buoy on the starboard side o' a ship +channel. I gave him this 'ere hoss an' waggin wot I'm a-drivin' now to +boot. Werry good. I got aboard my new waggin, and h'isted my whip, an' +whistled the 'Star-Spangled Banner,' and sez I, 'Thar, gol bust ye, +you're in commission, ye wall-sided hooker,' sez I. Then I got under way +fur my fust cruise. It were plain sailin' gittin' out o' the harbor, +an', as the weather were fair with a stiddy wind, I let the colt go +along under plain sail. Waal, I hadn't gone more'n a couple o' cable +lengths w'en ole Widdy Moriarty she comes down to the sea-wall on her +place, an' sings out to me. So I hove the colt to, an' I axes her, +'Wot's up, mate?' An' she says she wants me fur to take a box o' heggs +down to the Fraser Bellew's grocery store. So I filled away on the colt, +an' luffed up alongside o' the sea-wall, an' made him fast to a pile wot +were stickin' up. I got the heggs, an' stowed 'em right forrard in the +forepeak o' the waggin. I got aboard, an' filled away on my course +ag'in. + +"Werry good. Nex' I war hove to by Pete Maguff, a cullud man, who put a +bar'l o' maple syrup aboard. Then Jim Penn he puts in a bar'l o' flour +fur me to take back to ole man Bellew 'cos 'twarn't the right kind. Them +two bar'ls pooty nigh filled up the whole waist o' the waggin. +Howsumever, w'en Hank Mosher axed me to take a bar'l o' apples aboard I +carkilated I could git her under the break o' the tailboard, an' I did. +Pussonally, I war now usin' the box o' heggs fur a bridge, an' were +a-steerin' the colt from there. Bein' loaded right down to the +Plimsoll's mark, I didn't go to crackin' on sail, but let the colt go +along under his lower tops'ls like. All right, sez you. But allus keep a +bright lookout fur squalls, sez I. Werry good. I hadn't logged off +more'n half a knot w'en Farmer Powley's ten-acre pasture were on my +starboard hand, an' his black-an'-white bull, Napoleon Bonyparty, were +standin' plum in the middle o' the same. Now w'en that 'ere bull seed +that 'ere red waggin he knowed it warn't the ole merchant hooker wot +he'd seed me a-steerin' up an' down that road so long. Nope; he med up +his mind it were a foreign cruiser, an' sez he to hisself, 'This are +where I shows 'em wot kind o' a coast-defense ram I are.' So he blowed +one whistle, hooked on, an' come down the field under forced draught, +turnin' up a mos' terrible starn wave o' dust on account o' the pasture +bein' werry shallow water. I hailed him, an' told him it war me, but he +couldn't hear nothin'. All he could do war to see a red waggin. So, +seein' that he war a-goin' to ram, I ups an' I lets fall to'gallants an' +royals onto the colt, an' away we went dead afore the wind at a +twelve-knot gait. The bull didn't stop fur to jump the fence. He jes +went through it. Now it were a starn chase right up the hill. + +"Werry good. But afore I'd got fur I heard a thump, an' lookin' round I +seed Hank Mosher's bar'l o' apples'd bounced out over the starn, an' +were a-rollin' down the hill at a ginerally lively gait. Gosh! You'd ort +to see the bull clear that bar'l. Say, flyin'-fish would have to take +lessons from him. Waal, havin' lightened ship by losin' some o' my cargo +I reckoned I'd make better speed; but I didn't seem to gain werry much +onto the bull. He follered me right slap inter town, an' then there war +a sort o' grand general mixification, sich as never war seed afore or +sence. + +"Fust place, everybody begin fur to yell. One sez murder, an' another +sez fire. Wimmen screeched an' boys hollered, an' the bull he bellered +louder'n any on 'em. Jehosaphat Book, the cullud dominie, he run out an' +tried to jump inter the waggin. Jes at that minute the bar'l o' flour +give a bounce up in the air. The head o' the bar'l fell out, an' the +bar'l, flour, an' all came down over Jehosaphat's head. Afore he could +git it off the bull war there, an' he jes picked up Jehos an' his bar'l +an' fired 'em right through the winder o' the school-haouse. Jehos +landed in the middle o' the floor, an' comin' out o' the bar'l he war +all white. The chillen set up a yell, 'Ghost! ghost!' an' afore the +teacher knowed wot'd happened school war out. Jehos picked hisself up, +an' saw hisself in the lookin'-glass. Then he let out a squeal an' +started fur the street. He thort he'd turned white. + +"But that warn't the wust of 't. That there bar'l o' apples a-rollin' +down-hill had fetched up ag'in the feet o' Blind Billy Bunker's team o' +mules, an' they'd started off on a dead run with bar'l hoops a flappin' +round their legs. They came into town a quarter o' a mile astarn o' me, +and jes in time to meet Jehos w'en he come out in the street all white. +He scared them mules so bad that they stopped right in their tracks, an' +Billy Bunker war shot off the seat o' his waggin an' out into the road +on his head. He got up an' made a grab fur the fust thing that he could +feel, an' it were Jehos. Billy war so mad that he punched Jehos's head +an' Jehos punched back, an' there was the cullud minister, all white, +a-fightin' in the middle o' the street with a blind man. An' the sheriff +he came along an' arrested 'em both, an' Jedge Sooter fined Jehos five +dollars fur disturbin' o' the peace, w'en he'd ort to have fined the +bull. + +"But that warn't the wust of 't. All this time me an' the bull was still +a-goin'. Somebody'd hollered fire, an' somebody else'd run off to the +fire-engine house, an' told 'em that they'd got to come quick or the +whole bloomin' town'd go. Jes then the red waggin hit a stone in the +middle o' the street, an' she pitched so hard she hove her tailboard +right up into the air an' overboard. That tailboard were jes as red as +anythin', an' w'en the bull seed it soarin' in the air like a ole-time +round shell with a navy time-fuse, he jes got clean crazy. He ketched it +onto his horns, an' lowerin' his head scraped up about two tons o' dust, +an' hove dust an' all right through the big front winder o' Jeremiah +Boggs's book an' newspaper store. The firemen seein' all the dust, +thought it war smoke, an' they comes up with their engine an' lets drive +a stream o' water a foot thick right through the hole in the winder, an' +completely sp'iled the whole shop. + +"But that warn't the wust of 't. Jeremiah's brindle bull-dog were asleep +under the counter, an' that there stream o' water hit him ca-plum in the +middle o' the back. He let out one yell, an' out o' the shop he went an' +down the street all drippin' wet an' squealin' like a pig. Everybody wot +seed him hollered 'Mad dog! mad dog!' An' then ole Willum Henry Peet, +the constable, he got clean rattled, an' pulled out his rewolwer an' +beginned to shoot all over the country. As me an' the bull was still +a-goin' I didn't see that, but I could hear it. Waal, Willum Henry's +shootin' started up some other folks, an' putty soon there war a whole +rigimint o' people out in the street a-shootin', an' not hittin' +anythin' 'ceptin' winders, w'ich the same they busted forty-seven. The +firemen findin' they'd made a mistake, an' there warn't no fire, said as +how Jeremiah'd sent out a false alarm, an' they started to lick him. +Some o' his friends come to help him, an' in five minutes there war a +reg'lar riot right out in front o' his store. + +"All this time me an' the bull war still a-goin'. I didn't seem to gain +much onto him, so I set the royals an' the stu'ns'ls onto the colt, +although it were werry stormy weather, an' I made up my mind that if +somethin' didn't carry away I'd be able to hold him right where he war. +I had to keep goin' right straight ahead. 'Cos w'y: if I'd 'a' put the +helm hard over fur to turn a corner, I'd 'a' rolled the deck-house +right off'n my red hooker. Waal, a leetle furder up the street we comes +to Peanut Brewer, with his black horse a-standin' dead still. He'd +balked, an' Peanut war sittin' on top o' a load o' hay a-sayin' bad +words at him. Mrs. Mehitabel Saggs's little boy come out with a big +fire-cracker to set off under the hoss an' make him start. At that werry +minute Pete Maguff's bar'l o' maple syrup on my waggin' give a jounce, +and went by the board over the port rail. That there bar'l rolled right +under Peanut's hoss jes as the fire-cracker busted. It sot fire to the +bar'l, an' she blazed right up. 'Now,' sez Peanut, 'my ole black hoss'll +start,' sez he. An' so he did. He started an' went jes fur enough to +pull the waggin' right over the fire, an' then he stopped. Waal, sir, +Peanut had to jump fur his life, fur that load o' hay blazed up in half +a second. The fire company war on the dead run fur home w'en they seed +the blaze, an' down they come at their finest gait, with Jeremiah Boggs +an' his gang astarn o' them, keepin' up a permiskious fire o' stones, +sticks, an' termatter cans an' sich things. Jes then Jeremiah's dog come +around the corner with forty boys a-chasin' him an' yellin' 'Mad dog.' +He run right under Peanut Brewer's black hoss, an' that started him. +Yaas, sir, he got right up onto his hind legs, an' away he went down the +street licketty-split, pullin' a load o' hay on fire. By that time +everybody in town were putty nigh crazy, an' the President o' the +village had telegraphed fur the militia to come." + +[Illustration: "ALL THE TIME THE BULL WERE ATTENDIN' STRICTLY TO +BIZNESS."] + +"All the time the bull were attendin' strickly to bizness. The colt war +all covered with foam, an' I made up my mind that afore long he war +a-goin' fur to give out, an' me an' the bull would have to settle the +question atween ourselves, in w'ich case the bettin' would all 'a' bin +in favor o' the bull. So I kinder considers a little, an' all on a +suddint I recommembered them heggs. I yanked the top off'n the box, an' +diskivered that most o' the heggs was scrambled--raw--but still +scrambled. Howsumever, there was a few that wasn't. So I took one o' +them an' hove it at the bull. It hit him smack on the middle o' the +forehead. Waal, if he'd been mad afore, he war crazy now. He let out a +roar that made my bones rattle, an' he opened out his last link o' +speed. Now he commenced fur to gain on me, hand over fist; so I made up +my mind to do somethin' desprit. I put the helm hard a-starboard, an' +steered the colt into a narrer channel wot led right down to the bay. +The bull he tried to cut short goin' round the corner, an' he run into +the lamp-post, w'ich the same he knocked clean down into Parker's +basement, where Johannes Pfeiffenschneider, the cobbler, works, an' +scared Johannes so that he sp'iled Miss Beasley's Sunday shoes, an' lost +putty nigh all his trade. + +"Down at the foot o' the street war Mark Rogers's oyster sloop _Betsey +Jane_, lyin' alongside o' the wharf. On the wharf war about ten million +oyster shells, all piled up. 'Now,' sez I to myself, sez I, 'here's +where I've got to stop the bull.' I steered the colt right straight at +that reef o' shells, trustin' to our speed an' our shaller draft to +carry us right over. There war a smash, crash, biff! an' over we went. +Then I jumped up, grabbed the box o' scrambled heggs, an' hove 'em +straight in the bull's face. Waal, gol bust me if that there bull didn't +look like the gran'father o' all omlets. He was clean blinded fur a +minute, an' he kicked out with all four legs in the middle o' the reef, +till the air war white with flying oyster shells. He kicked so many of +'em into the bay that Mark had to dredge out a new channel. Then he got +his eyes clear a minute an' he seed me a-laffin'. He jes made one jump, +an' he got under the waggin' with his head. The next thing I knowed I +war in the bay. That there bull jes picked up waggin', colt, an' me, an' +he hove us straight off the dock an' into the bay." + +"And what happened after that?" I asked. + +"Waal, we had to swim out, o' course. It killed the colt, that cold bath +arter bein' so heated, an' the waggin' was busted into kindlin' wood. +An' the bull? Oh, yaas, the bull. Waal, he was puffickly satisfied, an' +he went up along the side o' the road an' eat grass jes as if he'd never +did nothin' else in all his life. Now, my son, you know w'y I don't git +a new hoss an' waggin. I bin there, an' w'en I bin to a place wot's not +to my likin' I knows enough not to go back. Git ep!" + + + + +SNOW-SHOES AND SLEDGES. + +BY KIRK MUNROE. + + +CHAPTER XXXIII. + +LOST IN A MOUNTAIN BLIZZARD. + +Tired as were the occupants of that lonely camp after a day of +exhausting climbing through the timber, their slumbers were broken and +restless. The uncertainties of the morrow, the peculiar nature of the +road they had yet to travel, and the excitement consequent upon nearing +the end of their journey, which none of them believed to be over fifty +miles away, all combined to render them wakeful and uneasy. So they were +up by the first sign of daylight, and off before sunrise. + +As there were now but three dogs to a sledge, the load of the one driven +by Serge was divided between it and the one that brought up the rear in +charge of Jalap Coombs. A few sticks of dry wood were also placed on +each sledge, so that in crossing the upper ice-fields they might at +least be able to melt snow for drinking purposes. + +"Now for it!" cried Phil, cheerfully, as they emerged from the scanty +timber, and shivered in the chill blast that swept down from the +towering peaks above them. Between two of these was a saddlelike +depression that they took to be the pass, and to it the young leader +determined to guide his little party. + +"Up you go, Musky!" he shouted. "Pull, Luvtuk, my pigeon! Amook, you old +rascal, show what you are good for! A little more work, a little more +hunger, and then rest, with plenty to eat. So stir yourselves and +climb!" + +With this the long whip-lash whistled through the frosty air, and +cracked with a resounding report that would have done credit to the most +expert of Eskimo drivers, for our Phil was no longer a novice in its +use, and with a yelp the dogs sprang forward. + +Up, up, up they climbed, until, as Phil remarked, it didn't seem as +though the top of the world could be very far away. The sun rose, and +flooded the snow-fields with such dazzling radiance that but for their +protecting goggles our travellers must have been completely blinded by +the glare. The deep gulch whose windings they followed held in +summer-time a roaring torrent, but now it was filled with solidly packed +snow from twenty-five to one hundred feet deep. + +As they advanced the gulch grew more and more shallow, until at length +it was merged in a broad uniform slope so steep and slippery that they +were obliged to cut footholds in the snow, and at frequent intervals +carve out little benches two feet wide. From one of these to another +they dragged the sledges, one at a time, with rawhide ropes. Even the +dogs had to be assisted up the glassy incline, on which they could gain +no hold. So arduous was this labor that three hours were spent in +overcoming the last five hundred feet of the ascent. Thus it was long +past noon when, breathless and exhausted, the party reached the summit, +or rather a slope so gentle that the dogs could once more drag the +sledges. + +Here, at an elevation of nearly five thousand feet above the sea, they +paused for breath, for a bite of lunch, and for a last look over the way +they had come. From this elevation their view embraced a sweep of over +one hundred miles of mountain and plain, river and forest. It was so +far-reaching and boundless that it even seemed as if they could take in +the whole vast Yukon Valley, and locate points that common-sense told +them were a thousand miles beyond their range of vision. Grand as was +the prospect, they did not care to look at it long. Time was precious; +the air, in spite of its sunlight, was bitterly chill, and, after all, +the mighty wilderness now behind them held too many memories of +hardship, suffering, and danger to render it attractive. + +So, "Hurrah for the coast!" cried Phil. + +"Hurrah for Sitka!" echoed Serge. + +"Hooray for salt water! Now, bullies, up and at 'em!" roared Jalap +Coombs, expressing a sentiment, and an order to his sailor-bred dogs, in +a breath. + +In a few moments more the wonderful view had disappeared, and the +sledges were threading their way amid a chaos of gigantic bowlders and +snow-covered landslides from the peaks that rose on both sides. There +was no sharp descent from the summit, such as they had hoped to find, +but instead a lofty plateau piled thick with obstructions. About them no +green thing was to be seen, no sign of life; only snow, ice, and +precipitous cliffs of bare rock. The all-pervading and absolute silence +was awful. There was no trail that might be followed, for the hardiest +of natives dared not attempt that crossing in the winter. Even if they +had, their trail would have been obliterated almost as soon as made by +the fierce storms of these altitudes. So their only guide was that of +general direction, which they knew to be south, and to this course Phil +endeavored to hold. + +That night they made a chill camp in the lee of a great bowlder; that +is, in as much of a lee as could be had where the icy blast swept in +circles and eddies from all directions at once. They started a fire, but +its feeble flame was so blown hither and thither that by the time a +kettle of snow was melted, and the ice was thawed from their stew, their +supply of wood was so depleted that they dared not use more. So they ate +their scanty supper without tea, fed the dogs on frozen porridge, and +huddling together for warmth during the long hours of bleak darkness +were thankful enough to welcome the gray dawn that brought them to an +end. + +For three days more they toiled over the terrible plateau, driven to +long detours by insurmountable obstacles, buffeted and lashed by fierce +snow-squalls and ice-laden gales, but ever pushing onward with unabated +courage, expecting with each hour to find themselves descending into the +valley of the Chilcat River. Two of the dogs driven by Serge broke down +so completely that they were mercifully shot. The third dog was added to +Jalap Coombs's team, and the load was divided between the remaining +sledges, while the now useless one was used as firewood. After that Phil +plodded on in advance, and Serge drove the leading team. + +The fourth day of this terrible work was one of leaden clouds and bitter +winds. The members of the little party were growing desperate with cold, +exhaustion, and hunger. Their wanderings had not brought them to a +timber-line, and as poor Phil faced the blast with bowed head and +chattering teeth it seemed to him that to be once more thoroughly warm +would be the perfection of human happiness. + +It was already growing dusk, and he was anxiously casting about for the +sorry shelter of some bowlder behind which they might shiver away the +hours of darkness, when he came to the verge of a steep declivity. His +heart leaped as he glanced down its precipitous face; for, far below, he +saw a dark mass that he knew must be timber. They could not descend at +that point; but he thought he saw one that appeared more favorable a +little further on, and hastened in that direction. He was already some +distance ahead of the slow-moving sledges, and meant to wait for them as +soon as he discovered a place from which the descent could be made. + +Suddenly a whirling, blinding cloud of snow swept down on him with such +fury that to face it and breathe was impossible. Thinking it but a +squall, he turned his back and stood motionless, waiting for it to pass +over. Instead of so doing, it momentarily increased in violence and +density. A sudden darkness came with the storm, and as he anxiously +started back to meet the sledges he could not see one rod before him. He +began to shout, and in a few minutes had the satisfaction of hearing an +answering cry. Directly afterwards Serge loomed through the driving +cloud, urging on his reluctant dogs with voice and whip. The moment they +were allowed to stop, Husky, Luvtuk, and big Amook lay down as though +completely exhausted. + +"We can't go a step further, Phil! We must make camp at once," panted +Serge. "This storm is a regular _poorga_, and will probably last all +night." + +"But where can we camp?" asked Phil, in dismay. "There is timber down +below, but it looks miles away, and we can't get to it now." + +"No," replied Serge; "we must stay where we are and burrow a hole in +this drift big enough to hold us. We've got to do it in a hurry too." + +So saying, Serge drew his knife, for the outside of the drift close to +which they were halted was so hard packed as to render cutting +necessary, and outlined a low opening. From this he removed an unbroken +slab, and then began to dig furiously in the soft snow beyond. + +In the meantime Phil was wondering why Jalap Coombs did not appear; for +he had supposed him to be close behind Serge; but now his repeated +shoutings gained no reply. + +"He was not more than one hundred feet behind me when the storm began," +said Serge, whose anxiety caused him to pause in his labor, though it +was for the preservation of their lives. + +"He must be in some trouble," said Phil, "and I am going back to find +him." + +"You can't go alone!" cried Serge. "If you are to get lost, I must go +with you." + +"No. One of us must stay here with Nel-te, and it is my duty to go; but +do you shout every few seconds, and I promise not to go beyond sound of +your voice." + +Thus saying, Phil started back, and was instantly swallowed in the +vortex of the blizzard. Faithfully did Serge shout, and faithfully did +Phil answer, for nearly fifteen minutes. Then the latter came staggering +back, with horror-stricken face and voice. + +"I can't find him, Serge! Oh, I can't find him!" he cried. "I am afraid +he has gone over the precipice. If he has, it is my fault, and I shall +never forgive myself, for I had no business to go so far ahead and let +the party get scattered." + +Serge answered not a word, but fell with desperate energy to the +excavating of his snow-house. His heart was nigh breaking with the +sorrow that had overtaken them, but he was determined that no other +lives should be lost if his efforts could save them. The excavation was +soon so large that Phil could work with him, but with all their furious +digging they secured a shelter from the pitiless _poorga_ none too soon. +The sledge was already buried from sight, and poor little Nel-te was +wellnigh smothered ere they lifted him from it and pulled him into the +burrow. + + +CHAPTER XXXIV. + +COASTING FIVE MILES IN FIVE MINUTES. + +In spite of their faintness and weakness from hunger and exhaustion, +Phil and Serge were so stimulated by the emergency that within half an +hour they had dug a cavity in the great drift sufficiently large to hold +the three dogs as well as themselves. The excavation was driven straight +for a few feet, and then turned to one side, where it was so enlarged +that they could either lie down or sit up. Into this diminutive chamber +they dragged their robes and sleeping-bags. The shivering dogs crept in +and curled up at their feet. The sledge was left outside, and the +opening was closed as well as might be by the slab of compacted snow +that had been cut from it. Poor little Nel-te, who was numbed and +whimpering with cold and hunger, was rubbed into a glow, comforted and +petted, until at length he fell asleep, nestled between the lads, and +then they found time to talk over their situation. For a while they had +no thought save for the dear friend and trusty comrade, who, alive or +dead, was still out in that terrible storm, and, as they believed, lost +to them forever. + +"I don't suppose there is the faintest hope of ever seeing him again," +said Phil. "If he went over the precipice he must have been killed, and +is buried deep in the snow by this time. Even if he did not, and is +still wandering somewhere in this vicinity, he must perish before +morning. Oh, Serge, can't we do anything for him? It makes me feel like +a cowardly traitor to be sitting here in comfort while the dear old chap +may be close at hand, and perishing for want of our help. And it is my +fault, too! The fault of my inexcusable carelessness. It seems, old man, +as if I should go crazy with thinking of it." + +"But you mustn't think of it in that way, Phil," answered Serge, +soothingly. "As leader of the party it was your duty to go ahead and +pick out the road, while it was ours to keep you in sight. If either of +us is to blame for what has happened, I am the one. I should have looked +back oftener and made sure that he was still close behind me. Now there +is nothing we can do except wait for daylight and the end of the storm. +We have our parents, this child, and ourselves to think of first. Nor +could we accomplish anything even if we tried. The storm has doubled in +fury since we halted. A foot of snow must already have fallen, and to +venture a single rod outside of this place would serve to lose us as +certainly as though we went a mile. We mustn't give up all hope, though. +Mr. Coombs is very strong, and well used to exposure. Of course, if he +has gone over the precipice there is little chance that we shall ever +see him again; but if he escaped it, and has made a burrow for himself +like this one, he will pull through all right, and I feel sure we shall +find him in the morning." + +"Why haven't we dug places like this before?" asked Phil. "It is +actually getting warm and comfortable in here. We might have had just +such a warm cave every night that we have been in the mountains and +spent so miserably." + +"Of course we might," agreed Serge, "and we would have had, but for my +stupidity in not thinking of it sooner. While I never took refuge in one +before, I have often heard of them, and ought to have remembered. I +didn't, though, until this storm struck us, and I knew that without +shelter we must certainly perish." + +"If you hadn't thought of a snow-burrow," said Phil, "it is certain I +never should. It is snug, though, and if only poor Jalap were with us, +and we had food and a light of some kind, I wouldn't ask for a better +shelter. I can understand now how an Eskimo stone lamp, with seal oil +for fuel, and a wick of moss, can give out all the heat that is needed +in one of their snow huts, and I only wish we had brought one with us." + +After this the boys grew drowsy, their conversation slackened, and soon +all their troubles were forgotten in sleep. Outside through the long +hours the gale roared and shrieked with impotent rage at their escape +from its clutches. It hurled its snow legions against their place of +refuge until it was deep buried, and then in a frenzy tore away and +scattered the drifted accumulation, until it could once more beat +directly upon their slender wall of defence. But its wiles and its +furious attacks were alike in vain, and at length its fierce ravings +sank into whispers. The _poorga_ spent its force with the darkness, and +at daylight had swept on to inland fields, leaving only an added burden +of millions of tons of snow to mark its passage across the mountains. + +When the boys awoke a soft white light was filtering through one side of +their spotless chamber, and they knew that day had come. They expected +to dig their way to the outer air through a great mass of snow, and were +agreeably surprised to find only a small drift against the doorway. As +they emerged from it they were for a few minutes blinded by the +marvellous brilliancy of their sunlit surroundings. Gradually becoming +accustomed to the intense light, they gazed eagerly about for some sign +of their missing comrade, but there was none. They followed back for a +mile over the way they had come the evening before, shouting and firing +their guns, but without avail. + +No answering shout came back to their straining ears, and there was +nothing to indicate the tale of the lost man. Sadly and soberly the lads +retraced their steps, and prepared to resume their journey. To remain +longer in that place meant starvation and death. To save themselves they +must push on. + +They shuddered at the precipice they had escaped, and over which they +feared their comrade had plunged. At its foot lay a valley, which, +though it trended westward, and so away from their course, Phil +determined to follow; for, far below their lofty perch, and still miles +away from where they stood, it held the dark mass he had seen the night +before, and knew to be timber. Besides, his sole desire at that moment +was to escape from those awful heights and reach the coast at some +point; he hardly cared whether it were inhabited or not. + +So the sledge was dug from its bed of snow and reloaded: the dogs were +harnessed. Poor little Nel-te, crying with hunger, was slipped into his +fur travelling-bag, and a start was made to search for some point of +descent. At length they found a place where the slope reached to the +very top of the cliff, but so sharply that it was like the roof of a +house several miles in length. + +"I hate the looks of it," said Phil, "but as there doesn't seem to be +any other way, I suppose we've got to try it. I should say that for at +least three miles it was as steep as the steepest part of a toboggan +slide, though, and I'm pretty certain we sha'n't care to try it more +than once." + +"I guess we can do it all right," replied Serge, "but there's only one +way, and that is to sit on a snow-shoe and slide. We couldn't keep on +our feet a single second." + +They lifted Nel-te, fur bag and all, from the sledge, tightened the +lashings of its load, which included the guns and extra snow-shoes, and +started it over the verge. It flashed down the declivity like a rocket, +and the last they saw of it it was rolling over and over. + +"Looks cheerful, doesn't it?" said Phil, firmly. "Now I'll go; then do +you start the dogs down, and come yourself as quick as you please." + +[Illustration: FOR A MOMENT THE SENSATION WAS SICKENING.] + +Thus saying, the plucky lad seated himself on a snow-shoe, took Nel-te, +still in the fur bag, in his lap, and launched himself over the edge of +the cliff. For a moment the sensation, which was that of falling from a +great height, was sickening, and a thick mist seemed to obscure his +vision. + +Then it cleared away, and was followed by a feeling of the wildest +exhilaration as he heard the whistling backward rush of air, and +realized the tremendous speed at which he was whizzing through space. +Ere it seemed possible that he could have gone half-way to the +timber-line trees began to fly past him, and he knew that the worst was +over. In another minute he was floundering in a drift of soft snow, into +which he had plunged up to his neck, and the perilous feat was +successfully accomplished. + +Poor Serge arrived at the same point shortly afterwards, head first, and +dove out of sight in the drift; but fortunately Phil was in a position +to extricate him before he smothered. The dogs appeared a moment later, +with somewhat less velocity, but badly demoralized, and evidently +feeling that they had been sadly ill-treated by their driver. So the +sledge party had safely descended in five minutes a distance equal to +that which they had spent half a day and infinite toil in ascending on +the other side of the mountains. + +When Nel-te was released from the fur bag and set on his feet he was as +calm and self-possessed as though nothing out of the usual had happened, +and immediately demanded something to eat. + +After a long search they discovered the sledge, with only one rail +broken and its load intact. + +"Now for a fire and breakfast!" cried Phil, heading towards the timber, +as soon as the original order of things was restored. "After that we +will make one more effort to find some trace of poor Jalap, though I +don't believe there is the slightest chance of success." + +They entered the forest of wide-spreading but stunted evergreens, and +Phil, axe in hand, was vigorously attacking a dead spruce, when an +exclamation from his companion caused him to pause in his labor and look +around. "What can that be?" asked Serge, pointing to a thick hemlock +that stood but a few yards from them. The lower end of its drooping +branches were deep buried in snow, but such part as was still visible +was in a strange state of agitation. + +"It must be a bear," replied Phil, dropping his axe and springing to the +sledge for his rifle. "His winter den is there, and we have disturbed +him. Get out your gun--quick! We can't afford to lose him. Meat's too +scarce in camp just now." Even as he spoke, and before the guns could be +taken from their moose-skin cases, the motion of the branches increased, +then came a violent upheaval of the snow that weighted them down, and +the boys caught a glimpse of some huge shaggy animal issuing from the +powdered whiteness. + +"Hurry!" cried Phil. "No, look out! We're too late! What? Great Scott! +It can't be. Yes, it is! Hurrah! Glory, hallelujah! I knew he'd pull +through all right, and I believe I'm the very happiest fellow in all the +world at this minute." + +"Mebbe you be, son," remarked Jalap Coombs, "and then again mebbe +there's others as is equally joyful. As my old friend Kite Roberson +useter say, 'A receiver's as good as a thief,' and I sartainly received +a heap of pleasure through hearing you holler jest now." + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +STORIES OF AMERICAN LITERATURE. + +BY HENRIETTA CHRISTIAN WRIGHT. + +JAMES FENIMORE COOPER. + + +[Illustration: HE DISTINGUISHED THE CALL OF ANIMALS.] + +Late in the eighteenth century the village of Cooperstown lay almost in +the midst of the primeval forest, which extended for miles around. Here +the future novelist James Fenimore Cooper had been brought while yet an +infant by his father, who had built the family mansion, Otsego Hall, in +this secluded spot, far from the highways of travel, designing to make +it the centre of a settlement of some note, if possible. Here, as the +boy grew older, he learned wood-lore as the young Indians learned it, +face to face with the divinity of the forest. He knew the language of +the wild animals, and could distinguish their calls far across the +gloomy spaces of the wood; he could follow the deer and bear to their +retreats in dim secluded recesses; he could trace the path of the +retreating wolf by the broken cobwebs glistening in the early sunlight; +and the cry of the panther to its mate high overhead in the interlacing +boughs of the pines and hemlocks was of a speech as familiar as his own +tongue. When he was thirsty he made a hunter's cup of glossy leaves and +drank in true Indian fashion; when fatigued, he could lie down and rest +with that feeling of security that only comes to the forest-bred; when +thoughtful, he could learn from the lap of the waves against the shore, +the murmur of leaves, and the rustle of wings those lessons which Nature +teaches in her quiet moods. + +These experiences and impressions sank into Cooper's heart, and were +relived again long after in the pages of his romances with such +vividness that they are plainly seen to be real memories. + +Leaving his home while still a young boy, Cooper went to Albany to study +under a private tutor, and in 1803 entered Yale College, which, owing to +some trouble with the authorities, he left in the third year of his +course. It was now decided that he should enter the navy, and he left +New York in the autumn of 1806, being then in his fifteenth year, on a +vessel of the merchant marine. There was then no Naval Academy in +America, and a boy could only fit himself for entering the navy before +the mast; his ship, the _Sterling_, visiting Portugal and Spain, +carrying cargoes from port to port, and taking life in a leisurely +manner that belonged to the merchant sailing-vessels of that day. It was +a time of interest to all seamen, and Cooper's mind was keenly alive to +the new life around him. The English were expecting a French invasion, +and the channel was full of ships of war, while every port on the +southern coast was arming for defence. The Mediterranean was yet subject +to incursions of the Barbary pirates, who would descend under cover of +night upon any unprotected merchant-vessel, steal the cargo, scuttle the +ship, and carry away the crew to be sold as slaves to the Tripolitan and +Algerian husbandmen, whose orchards of dates were cultivated by many a +white person from across the Atlantic, held there in cruel slavery. + +The waters of the Mediterranean were full of merchant-men of all +nations. Here, side by side, could be seen the Italian, French, and +English sailor, while the flags of Russia, Turkey, Egypt, and Greece +dotted the farther horizon. + +[Illustration: HIS PLACE WAS ON THE DECK AMONG THE SAILORS.] + +Cooper passed through all these stirring scenes, known to those around +him only as a boy before the mast, but in reality the clever student and +observer of men and events. His work was hard and dangerous; he was +never admitted to the cabin, though an equal, socially, to the officers +of the ship; in storm or wind or other danger his place was on the deck +among the rough sailors, who were his only companions during the voyage. +But this training developed the good material that was in him, and when, +in 1808, he received his commission as midshipman, he entered the +service better equipped for his duties perhaps than many a graduate of +Annapolis to-day. + +Cooper remained in the navy three years and a half, seeing no active +service. He finally resigned his commission, and passed several +succeeding years of his life partly in Westchester County, New York, and +partly in Cooperstown, and having no ambition beyond living the quiet +life of a country gentleman. + +It was not until 1820, when he was in his thirty-first year, that he +produced his first book or novel of English life, which showed no +talent, and which even his most ardent admirers in after-years could not +read through. It was not until the next year, 1821, that a novel +appeared from the hand of Cooper which foreshadowed the greatness of his +fame, and struck a new note in American literature. American society was +at that time alive with the stirring memories of the Revolution. Men and +women were still active who could recall the victories of Bunker Hill +and Trenton, and who had shared in the disasters of Monmouth and Long +Island. It is natural that in choosing a subject for fiction he should +turn to the recent struggle for his inspiration, and American literature +owes a large debt to him who thus threw into literary form the spirit of +those thrilling times. + +His first important novel, _The Spy_, was founded upon a story which +Cooper had heard many years before, and which had made a profound +impression upon him. It was the story of a veritable spy, who had been +in the service of one of the Revolutionary leaders, and whose daring and +heroic adventures were related to Cooper by the man who had employed +him. + +Cooper took this old spy for his hero, kept the scene in Westchester, +where the man had really performed his wonderful feats, and from these +facts wove the most thrilling and vital piece of fiction that had +appeared in America. + +The novel appeared in December, 1821, and in a few months it was +apparent that a new star had risen in the literary skies. The book made +Cooper famous both in America and Europe. It was published in England by +the same publisher who had brought out Irving's _Sketch-Book_, and it +met with a success that spoke highly for its merit, since the story was +one telling of English defeat and American triumph. It was put into +French by the translator of the Waverley novels, and before long +versions appeared in every tongue in Europe. It was regarded not merely +as a tale of adventure in a new department of story-telling, but it was +generally conceded to be a fine piece of fiction in itself, and its +hero, Harvey Birch, won, and has kept for himself, a place hardly second +to any creation of literature. + +Cooper had now found his sphere, and his best work henceforth was that +in which he delineated the features of American history during the +struggle for independence. His greatest contributions to literature are +found in the short series of novels called "The Leatherstocking Tales," +and in his novels of the sea. "The Leatherstocking Tales" consist of +five stories, in which the same hero figures from first to last. The +series began with the publication of Cooper's second novel, _The +Pioneers_, but the story of the hero really begins in the fascinating +pages of _The Deerslayer_, where he is represented in the first stage of +his career. + +The series grew much as Tennyson's _Idylls of the King_ grew, the same +man being introduced in different parts of his career, though each +separate book did not follow in exact order from the author's hand. The +success of _The Pioneers_ was remarkable. Thirty-five hundred copies +were sold before noon on the day of publication, and although, perhaps, +the least powerful of the "Tales," it was read with the same interest +that had been given to _The Spy_. + +In the new novel Leatherstocking was first introduced as the philosopher +of nature, ignorant of books, but wise in the lore that is taught by the +voices of Nature. It is a story of the primitive life of the +frontiersmen of that day, and their occupations, interests, and +ambitions form the background to the picture of the hero, +Leatherstocking, who embodies the author's idea of chivalrous manhood, +and whose creation is one of the noblest achievements of fiction. + +The scene of _The Pioneers_ was laid in the vicinity of Cooper's boyhood +home, and all the exquisite pictures wrought into the setting are vivid +and lifelike illustrations of the little frontier village, where man +received his sustenance first hand from Nature, and where all his +surroundings partook almost of the simplicity of the first ages of the +world. It was an appropriate theatre for the actions of that rustic +philosopher Leatherstocking, and there is a vein of tender reminiscence +through the book that must always give it a charm apart from the rest, +though in itself it is the least perfect story of the series. + +The story of Leatherstocking begins in _The Deerslayer_, though it was +not written until twenty years after the publication of _The Pioneers_. +The scene was laid on Otsego Lake, and the character of Leatherstocking +was drawn as that of a young scout just entering upon manhood. The next +year, 1841, came _The Pathfinder_, having for its background the shores +of Lake Ontario, with which Cooper had become familiar during the winter +there in the service of the navy. + +In these two books Cooper reached the highest point of his art. +Leatherstocking appears in _The Deerslayer_ as a young man full of the +promise of a noble manhood. And this ideal character is developed +through a succession of stirring adventures, the like of which are to be +found only in the pages of Scott. Side by side with Leatherstocking +stand those pictures of Indian character, which became so famous that +the Indian of that day has passed into history as represented by Cooper. + +_The Pathfinder_ carries Leatherstocking through some of the most +exciting episodes of his adventurous career, and belongs to the same +part of his life as _The Last of the Mohicans_, published sixteen years +before, the scene of which is laid near Lake Champlain. _The Last of the +Mohicans_ takes rank with _The Deerslayer_ and _The Pathfinder_ in +representing Cooper at his best. In these three novels we see +Leatherstocking as a man in the prime of life battling with the stirring +events that were making the history of the country. All the story of the +war of the white man with nature, with circumstances, and with his red +brother in civilizing the frontier, is told in these books. It is the +romance of real history, and Leatherstocking had his prototype in many a +brave frontiersman whose deeds were unrecorded, and whose name was never +known beyond his own little circle of friends. + +In _The Pioneers_ Leatherstocking has become an old man who has sought a +home in the forest to avoid the noise and strife of civilized life, and +he closes his career in _The Prairie_, a novel of the plains of the +great West, whither the old man has gone to spend his last days. It is +the story of a lonely life of the prairie-hunter of those days, whose +love for solitude has led him far from even the borders of the frontier, +and whose dignified death is a fitting ending to his noble and +courageous life. It is supposed that this end to Leatherstocking's +career was suggested to Cooper by the ever-famous Daniel Boone, and some +of the incidents of the story read like real life. One of Cooper's most +famous descriptions--that of the prairie on fire--occurs in this book--a +scene excelled only by the description of the panther-fight in _The +Pioneers_, or the combat between Deerslayer and his foe. + +Cooper began his series of sea novels by the publication of _The Pilot_ +in 1824, and stands as the creator of this department of fiction. He was +the first novelist to bring into fiction the ordinary, every-day life of +the sailor afloat, whether employed on a merchant vessel or fighting +hand to hand in a naval encounter. Scott's novel, _The Pirate_, had been +criticised by Cooper as the evident work of a man who had never been at +sea, and to prove how much better an effect could be produced by one +familiar with ocean life he began his story, _The Pilot_. + +[Illustration: COOPER READING TO AN OLD SHIPMATE.] + +The period of the story is the American Revolution, and the hero was +that famous adventurer John Paul Jones, introduced under another name. +It was such a new thing to put into fiction the technicalities of ship +life, to describe the details of an evolution in a naval battle, and to +throw in as background the vast and varying panorama of sea and sky, +that Cooper, familiar as he was with ocean life, felt some doubt of his +success. In order to test his powers, he read one day to an old shipmate +that famous account of the passage of the ship through the narrow +channel in one of the thrilling chapters of the yet unfinished work. The +effect was all that Cooper could desire. The old sailor got into such a +fury of excitement that he could not keep his seat, but paced up and +down the room while Cooper was reading; in his excitement he was for a +moment living over again a stormy scene from his own life; and the +novelist laid down the manuscript, well pleased with the result of his +experiment. _The Pilot_ met with an instant success both in America and +Europe. As it was his first, so it is perhaps his best sea story. In it +he put all the freshness of reminiscence, all the haunting memories of +ocean life that had followed him since his boyhood days. It was +biographical in the same sense as _The Pioneers_, a part of the romance +of childhood drafted into the reality of after-life. + +_Red Rover_, the next sea story, came out in 1828. Other novelists had +begun to write tales of the sea, but they were mere imitations of _The +Pilot_. In the _Red Rover_ the genuine adventures of the sailor class +were again embodied in the thrilling narrative that Cooper alone knew +how to write, and from its first appearance it has always been one of +the most popular of the author's works. In these pages occurs that +dramatic description of the last sea fight of Red Rover, one of Cooper's +finest achievements. + +Cooper's popularity abroad was equalled only by that of Scott. His works +as soon as published were translated into almost every tongue of Europe, +and were sold in Turkey, Prussia, Egypt, and Jerusalem in the language +of those countries. It was said by a traveller that the middle classes +of Europe had gathered all their knowledge of American history from +Cooper's works, and that they had never understood the character of +American independence until revealed by this novelist. + + + + +PRIZE-STORY COMPETITION. + +FIRST-PRIZE STORY. + +Betty's Ride: A Tale of the Revolution.--By Henry S. Canby. + + +The sun was just rising and showering his first rays on the gambrel-roof +and solid stone walls of a house surrounded by a magnificent grove of +walnuts, and overlooking one of the beautiful valleys so common in +southeastern Pennsylvania. Close by the house, and shaded by the same +great trees, stood a low building of the most severe type, whose +time-stained bricks and timbers green with moss told its age without the +aid of the half-obliterated inscription over the door, which read, +"Built A. D. 1720." One familiar with the country would have pronounced +it without hesitation a Quaker meeting-house, dating back almost to the +time of William Penn. + +When Ezra Dale had become the leader of the little band of Quakers which +gathered here every First Day, he had built the house under the +walnut-trees, and had taken his wife Ann and his little daughter Betty +to live there. That was in 1770, seven years earlier, and before war had +wrought sorrow and desolation throughout the country. + +The sun rose higher, and just as his beams touched the broad stone step +in front of the house the door opened, and Ann Dale, a sweet-faced woman +in the plain Quaker garb, came out, followed by Betty, a little +blue-eyed Quakeress of twelve years, with a gleam of spirit in her face +which ill became her plain dress. + +"Betty," said her mother, as they walked out towards the great +horse-block by the road-side, "thee must keep house to-day. Friend +Robert has just sent thy father word that the redcoats have not crossed +the Brandywine since Third Day last, and thy father and I will ride to +Chester to-day, that there may be other than corn-cakes and baron for +the friends who come to us after monthly meeting. Mind thee keeps near +the house and finishes thy sampler." + +"Yes, mother," said Betty; "but will thee not come home early? I shall +miss thee sadly." + +Just then Ezra appeared, wearing his collarless Quaker coat, and leading +a horse saddled with a great pillion, into which Ann laboriously climbed +after her husband, and with a final warning and "farewell" to Betty, +clasped him tightly around the waist lest she should be jolted off as +they jogged down the rough and winding lane into the broad Chester +highway. + +Friend Ann had many reasons for fearing to leave Betty alone for a whole +day, and she looked back anxiously at her waving "farewell" with her +little bonnet. + +It was a troublous time. + +The Revolution was at its height, and the British, who had a short time +before disembarked their army near Elkton, Maryland, were now encamped +near White Clay Creek, while Washington occupied the country bordering +on the Brandywine. His force, however, was small compared to the extent +of the country to be guarded, and bands of the British sometimes crossed +the Brandywine and foraged in the fertile counties of Delaware and +Chester. As Betty's father, although a Quaker and a non-combatant, was +known to be a patriot, he had to suffer the fortunes of war with his +neighbors. + +Thus it was with many forebodings that Betty's mother watched the slight +figure under the spreading branches of a great chestnut, which seemed to +rustle its innumerable leaves as if to promise protection to the little +maid. However, the sun shone brightly, the swallows chirped as they +circled overhead, and nothing seemed farther off than battle and +bloodshed. + +Betty skipped merrily into the house, and snatching up some broken +corn-cake left from the morning meal, ran lightly out to the paddock +where Daisy was kept, her own horse, which she had helped to raise from +a colt. + +"Come thee here, Daisy," she said, as she seated herself on the top rail +of the mossy snake fence. "Come thee here, and thee shall have some of +thy mistress's corn-cake. Ah! I thought thee would like it. Now go and +eat all thee can of this good grass, for if the wicked redcoats come +again, thee will not have another chance, I can tell thee." + +Daisy whinnied and trotted off, while Betty, feeding the few chickens +(sadly reduced in numbers by numerous raids), returned to the house, +and getting her sampler, sat down under a walnut-tree to sew on the +stint which her mother had given her. + +All was quiet save the chattering of the squirrels overhead and the +drowsy hum of the bees, when from around the curve in the road she heard +a shot; then another nearer, and then a voice shouting commands, and the +thud of hoof-beats farther down the valley. She jumped up with a +startled cry: "The redcoats! The redcoats! Oh, what shall I do!" + +Just then the foremost of a scattered band of soldiers, their buff and +blue uniforms and ill-assorted arms showing them to be Americans, +appeared in full flight around the curve in the road, and springing over +the fence, dashed across the pasture straight for the meeting-house. +Through the broad gateway they poured, and forcing open the door of the +meeting-house, rushed within and began to barricade the windows. + +Their leader paused while his men passed in, and seeing Betty, came +quickly towards her. + +"What do you here, child?" he said, hurriedly. "Go quickly, before the +British reach us, and tell your father that, Quaker or no Quaker, he +shall ride to Washington, on the Brandywine, and tell him that we, but +one hundred men, are besieged by three hundred British cavalry in +Chichester meeting-house, with but little powder left. Tell him to make +all haste to us." + +Turning, he hastened into the meeting-house, now converted into a fort, +and as the doors closed behind him Betty saw a black muzzle protruding +from every window. + +With trembling fingers the little maid picked up her sampler, and as the +thud of horses' hoofs grew louder and louder, she ran fearfully into the +house, locked and bolted the massive door, and then flying up the broad +stairs, she seated herself in a little window overlooking the +meeting-house yard. She had gone into the house none too soon. Up the +road, with their red coats gleaming and their harness jangling, was +sweeping a detachment of British cavalry, never stopping until they +reached the meeting-house--and then it was too late. + +A sheet of flame shot out from the wall before them, and half a dozen +troopers fell lifeless to the ground, and half a dozen riderless horses +galloped wildly down the road. The leader shouted a sharp command, and +the whole troop retreated in confusion. + +Betty drew back shuddering, and when she brought herself to look again +the troopers had dismounted, had surrounded the meeting-house, and were +pouring volley after volley at its doors and windows. Then for the first +time Betty thought of the officer's message, and remembered that the +safety of the Americans depended upon her alone, for her father was +away, no neighbor within reach, and without powder she knew they could +not resist long. + +Could she save them? All her stern Quaker blood rose at the thought, and +stealing softly to the paddock behind the barn, she saddled Daisy and +led her through the bars into the wood road, which opened into the +highway just around the bend. Could she but pass the pickets without +discovery there would be little danger of pursuit; then there would be +only the long ride of eight miles ahead of her. + +Just before the narrow wood road joined the broader highway Betty +mounted Daisy by means of a convenient stump, and starting off at a +gallop, had just turned the corner when a voice shouted "Halt!" and a +shot whistled past her head. Betty screamed with terror, and bending +over, brought down her riding-whip with all her strength upon Daisy, +then, turning for a moment, saw three troopers hurriedly mounting. + +Her heart sank within her, but, beginning to feel the excitement of the +chase, she leaned over and patting Daisy on the neck, encouraged her to +do her best. Onward they sped. Betty, her curly hair streaming in the +wind, the color now mounting to, now retreating from her cheeks, led by +five hundred yards. + +But Daisy had not been used for weeks, and already felt the unusual +strain. Now they thundered over Naaman's Creek, now over Concord, with +the nearest pursuer only four hundred yards behind; and now they raced +beside the clear waters of Beaver Brook, and as Betty dashed through its +shallow ford, the thud of horse's hoofs seemed just over her shoulder. + +Betty, at first sure of success, now knew that unless in some way she +could throw her pursuers off her track she was surely lost. Just then +she saw ahead of her a fork in the road, the lower branch leading to the +Brandywine, the upper to the Birmingham Meeting-house. Could she but get +the troopers on the upper road while she took the lower, she would be +safe; and, as if in answer to her wish, there flashed across her mind +the remembrance of the old cross-road which, long disused, and with its +entrance hidden by drooping boughs, led from a point in the upper road +just out of sight of the fork down across the lower, and through the +valley of the Brandywine. Could she gain this road unseen she still +might reach Washington. + +Urging Daisy forward, she broke just in time through the dense growth +which hid the entrance, and sat trembling, hidden behind a dense growth +of tangled vines, while she heard the troopers thunder by. Then, riding +through the rustling woods, she came at last into the open, and saw +spread out beneath her the beautiful valley of the Brandywine, dotted +with the white tents of the Continental army. + +Starting off at a gallop, she dashed around a bend in the road into the +midst of a group of officers riding slowly up from the valley. + +"Stop, little maiden, before you run us down," said one, who seemed to +be in command. "Where are you going in such hot haste?" + +"Oh, sir," said Betty, reining in Daisy, "can thee tell me where I can +find General Washington?" + +"Yes, little Quakeress," said the officer who had first spoken to her; +"I am he. What do you wish?" + +Betty, too exhausted to be surprised, poured forth her story in a few +broken sentences, and (hearing as if in a dream the hasty commands for +the rescue of the soldiers in Chichester Meeting-house) fell forward in +her saddle, and, for the first time in her life, fainted, worn out by +her noble ride. + +A few days later, when recovering from the shock of her long and +eventful ride, Betty, awaking from a deep sleep, found her mother +kneeling beside her little bed, while her father talked with General +Washington himself beside the fireplace; and it was the proudest and +happiest moment of her life when Washington, coming forward and taking +her by the hand, said, "You are the bravest little maid in America, and +an honor to your country." + +Still the peaceful meeting-house and the gambrel-roofed home stand +unchanged, save that their time-beaten timbers and crumbling bricks have +taken on a more sombre tinge, and under the broad walnut-tree another +little Betty sits and sews. + +If you ask it, she will take down the great key from its nail, and +swinging back the new doors of the meeting-house, will show you the +old worm-eaten ones inside, which, pierced through and through +with bullet-holes, once served as a rampart against the enemy. +And she will tell you, in the quaint Friend's language, how her +great-great-grandmother carried, over a hundred years ago, the news of +the danger of her countrymen to Washington, on the Brandywine, and at +the risk of her own life saved theirs. + + + + +KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS. + + +IV.--THE FINAL TRIAL. + +"Ten Knights, as before, were put by the stone to guard it until the new +trial," continued the Story-teller. "The Archbishop was not going, +through lack of care, to have it said that anything had been done to the +stone meanwhile to make it harder for the contestants to pull forth the +sword, or easier for Arthur to perform that feat." + +"I'll bet those Knights practised on it, though," said Jack. "I would +have." + +"It wouldn't have done any good, I imagine," said his father. "There was +something mysterious about it all, and whatever that was it worked in +favor of Arthur and against all the others." + +"I don't believe all ten of 'em together could have pulled it out," +Mollie put in. "It was one of those trick swords, like men swallow at +circuses, I guess, and I'm certain that Mr. Merlin put it there, and +showed Arthur how the trick worked. It had a spring in it, which he +could touch with his thumb to make it come out, maybe." + +"Maybe so," said her father, "although I doubt it. There were lots of +queer things happening in those days that we of to-day would hardly +believe if we saw them with our own eyes--things that sound in the +telling of them quite like fairy stories." + +"Like Merlin being able to tell what was going to happen next week?" +suggested Jack. + +"Exactly," said the Story-teller. "If anybody claimed to be able to do +that now, we'd laugh at him." + +"He'd be a great man for a newspaper," said Jack. "If a newspaper had a +man like that on it, it could tell the people in advance that such and +such an accident was going to happen at such and such a time on such and +such a railroad, and then the people wouldn't go on that road at that +time, and their lives would be saved." + +"That's so," said Mollie. "And if the accident was going to happen +because a switchman was asleep, somebody could be sent ahead to wake him +up, so that the accident wouldn't happen at all." + +"There is no doubt about it," said the Story-teller. "A man like Merlin +would be very useful in these days, but his kind is very much like the +leviathans and mastodons that lived before the flood. The race has died +out, and true prophets are as scarce now as huckleberries in December. +But to come back to the story, whether there was a spring in the sword +or not, Merlin was undoubtedly responsible for it, and whatever he did, +he did it in Arthur's behalf, for when Candlemas day came about again +the same thing happened that had happened before. The sword would not +budge for any one but Arthur, and a great many people began to be +convinced that he was the rightful King. There were enough dissatisfied +persons, however, to make one more trial necessary, and the Archbishop, +yielding to these, set one more date, that of Easter, for the final +contest." + +"He had to earn it, didn't he," said Mollie. + +"You bet he did," said Jack. "It must have been like our medals at +school. You've got to win it six times in succession, once every month, +before it's yours for keeps." + +"But you know about that rule before you begin," said Mollie. "It's fair +enough in school, but it seems to me Arthur won it at the start, and +ought to have had it." + +"He certainly did win it at the start, under the terms of the contest," +said her father. "Still it was just as well, under the circumstances, +that there should be no dissatisfaction among those who lost, and as it +wasn't at all hard for Arthur to pull the sword out, he couldn't +complain. The others had to work a great deal harder than he did, and, +in the end, got nothing for their pains." + +"I guess the Archbishop kind of liked to see all those people pulling +and hauling at it," suggested Jack, with a grin. "It must have been +something like a circus for him, anyhow, with all those knights in their +fine spangles, and their horses with splendid harness, and all that." + +[Illustration: THEY ALL KNELT BEFORE HIM, AND HE WAS CROWNED.] + +"Very likely," said the Story-teller. "That view of it never occurred to +me before. It has always been a matter of wonder to me that the +Archbishop made poor Arthur go through the ordeal so many times, but now +I begin to understand it. He wanted to be entertained as much as anybody +else, and very possibly he ordered so many repetitions of the +performances to that end, knowing, of course, that by so doing he could +not injure Arthur's chances. Arthur had to be very careful of himself, +however, between times. The other Knights were too anxious for the prize +to stop at playing tricks on him, and Sir Ector saw to it that wherever +he went he had a strong guard about him to keep him from harm. These +guards, made up of the most faithful men in his father's service, kept +watch over him night and day until Easter, when the final trial came off +with no change in the result. Arthur pulled the sword lightly out of the +stone, but despite their struggles the others could do nothing with it. +Then the people themselves were satisfied. The Knights may not have +liked it any better than before, but the people did, and they cheered +him to the echo, and said that the question was now settled for once and +for all, and offered to slay any man who now dared to say that Arthur +was not entitled to the throne. They all knelt before him, and he was +knighted by one of the bravest men of the day, and shortly after he was +crowned. It was a long trial for him, but he was patient and worthy, and +withstood every test, and in the end he got his reward." + +"Well, I'm glad of it," said Jack. "The way they made him work for it +seems to me to have entitled him to it." + +"Papa," said Mollie, after a little thought on the matter, "was this +King Arthur any relation to the man Jack-the-Giant-Killer was always +sending giant's heads to." + +"He was the very same man," replied her father. "Why?" + +"I was only thinking," said Mollie, "that if it was the same man, Jack +couldn't have tried to pull that sword out, because I'm pretty certain +he could have done it." + +"Perhaps," said her father, "but that could only have left the question +as to the rightful King unsettled." + +"I don't think so," cried Jack. "Because then they'd have had to have a +match between Arthur and Jack. That would have settled it." + +"And who do you think would have won in that event?" asked the +Story-teller. + +"Well," said Mollie, dubiously, "of course, I don't know, but I'd have +stood for Jack." + +"I'm with you, then," said the modern Jack. "A boy who could handle +giants the way he did wouldn't have had much trouble with a fellow like +Arthur." + + + + +[Illustration: INTERSCHOLASTIC SPORT] + + +The rivalry between Worcester and Phillips Andover academies, which has +existed ever since the two big schools first met on track and field in +the New England Interscholastics, was made even greater by the dual +games held at Worcester on the 8th. Andover had felt confident of +winning, but a combination of hard luck and a poor and unfamiliar track +tended to cause her defeat. As at Hartford, for the Connecticut +H.-S.A.A. games on the same day, there was a bad wind blowing up the +track which interfered with good time for the sprints, the 100 being +done to the exceedingly slow time of 11-1/5 secs. The score of 62 to 50, +however, does not by any means show how close the contest was, for first +one side was ahead and then the other; so that it was not until the last +event of the day had been decided that the Worcester contingent felt +certain of their victory. To-day the Andover men are doubtless somewhat +consoled by the way their athletes turned the tables on their Worcester +rivals at the Interscholastics on the 15th, and the regrets for defeat +must be considerably lessened by the conviction that should the +Worcester contest be held again, the result would certainly be +different. Andover made 25 points at Cambridge, while Worcester Academy +scored but 9-2/5. + +[Illustration: Holt, P.A. Hine, P.A. Chase, W.A. + +120-YARD HURDLE RACE, ANDOVER-WORCESTER GAMES] + +Where Andover suffered most at Worcester was in the bicycle race and in +the 100-yard dash. Manning was fully ten yards ahead of the field in the +former event, and it looked as if the dark blue were here sure of six +points at least, for Palmer was coming along rapidly behind him, when +the leader lost control of his wheel and fell. Palmer rushed up and +tumbled almost at the same spot, leaving Forsyth the only Andover man in +the race. The latter forged ahead, and by a powerful spurt passed +Campbell of Worcester, who was leading. He thought he had won as he shot +past the winning post, but he had gone only seven laps, and as he slowed +up the three Worcester riders went by him to take all the points at the +finish. In the 100 the judges made a bad decision. Every one on the +field--excepting those whose province it was to do so--saw Senn of +Andover win the race by about a foot. Sargent was announced the victor, +however, and for some odd reason Andover made no protest. Perhaps they +were too confident of victory. But even if Senn had been awarded the +first place (all the other events resulting as they did), the score +would still have been in Worcester's favor--59 to 53, so the mistake of +the judges was of little consequence, except to Senn as an individual. + +[Illustration: Barker, W.A. Gaskell, P.A. Munn, P.A. + +THE 220-YARD RUN, WORCESTER-ANDOVER GAMES.] + +Holt of Andover did the best work for the visiting team. He captured the +high hurdles in 18-3/5 secs., put the 16-lb. shot 33 ft. 6 in., and +threw the 12-lb. hammer 104 ft. 6 in. In the weight events he did not +equal his own best records. Laing ran a good race in the half-mile and +the mile, leading all the way in both events, and in the latter he was +followed home by two of his schoolmates. It is noteworthy that in almost +all sports where Andover men enter they are particularly strong in the +long-distance runs. The field events were the most exciting for the +spectators, because the score was such that all depended on the result +of these. Here the Andover men excelled, but on the track, as will +readily be seen from the table of results printed in this Department +last week, the Worcester athletes were superior. On the whole, the +meeting between the two teams was most successful, and Worcester Academy +deserves great praise for her victory. She won it by hard work, and +deserved every point scored. At the present moment the Worcester schools +may justly claim first place in the ranks of track athletic sports; for +after the High-School's performance on Holmes Field, on the 15th, it is +plain that few scholastic associations could hope to worst them. + +On the following Wednesday Andover did better. The nine met the +Lawrenceville baseball team on their own grounds and it was theirs. +Everybody was surprised; even Andover. Not so much at the victory, +perhaps, for P.A. men are always sanguine, but no one anticipated a +whitewash. Andover put up the best game of the year, and I have not seen +Lawrenceville play worse. Men who had scarcely made any errors during +the entire season muffed and fumbled like a lot of novices; and in +betweentimes the Andover men pounded the ball, and the crowd helped +things along generally by plenty of shouting. Perhaps the crowd and the +unfamiliar field had something to do with Lawrenceville's defeat, but it +is hard to understand why the Jersey players, who have been batting well +all the spring, could not find the ball when they had men on second and +third. Possibly Sedgwick can explain this. Sedgwick was a host in +himself, and he received such support as has not been given by the +Andover players to any pitcher this season. He struck out nine of his +opponents and gave only two bases on balls, whereas he was hit safely +only six times. Drew, who caught him, played an errorless game; in fact, +every man on the team did, with the exception of Harker, who made in the +first inning the only misplay for the side. + +The hard hitting of the home team would have won the game even if +Lawrenceville had shown better field-work. P.A. made twelve hits, +including a two-bagger, two three-base hits, and a home run. Greenway +led with two singles and a three-bagger, while Barton made a two-bagger +and a home run. As for the error-making, Lawrenceville took the lead in +that in the fourth inning. Sedgwick got his base on balls, and was +thrown out at second; Greenway took first on an error and second on an +error; Elliott got to first on balls; Dayton followed him on an error, +which let Greenway home; Waddell went to first after being struck by a +ball, and after Davis had struck out both Dayton and Elliott scored on +an error. Fortunately for Lawrenceville, the inning was closed by +Waddell's being thrown out at third. + +This is the third consecutive defeat that Lawrenceville has suffered at +the hands of Andover in baseball, and never before has the victory of +the Massachusetts team been so decided. The only way to account for the +Jerseymen's weakness is that they were affected by the long journey, and +were probably "rattled" by the Andover crowd. This Lawrenceville nine +can do better. A team that can play the University of Pennsylvania 6-8 +and Princeton 2-5 ought not to succumb to Andover by 11-0. The following +day Lawrenceville met Exeter, but only seven innings were played, as the +visitors had to catch a train for home. When play was stopped the score +stood 3-3, and there was considerable dissatisfaction on Exeter's part +because the last two innings could not be finished. Lawrenceville showed +better form than was exhibited at Andover, making only two errors; but +Exeter was playing good ball too, and it is an open question now as to +which is the better team. Next year more careful arrangements should be +made, for the memory of this season's game will always be +unsatisfactory. + +NEW ENGLAND I.S.A.A. GAMES, HOLMES FIELD, CAMBRIDGE, JUNE 15, 1895. + + N.E.I.S.A.A. +Event. Record Made by + +100-yard dash 10-1/5 sec. F. H. Bigelow, W.H.-S., 1894 +220-yard run 22-2/5 " F. H. Bigelow, W.H.-S., 1894 +440-yard run 50-3/5 " T. E. Burke, E.H.-S., 1894 +Half-mile run 2 m. 6 " S. Wesson, W.A., 1894 +Mile run 4 " 34-2/5 " W. T. Laing, P.A., 1894 +Mile walk 7 " 36 " P. J. McLaughlin, W.H.-S., '93 +120-yard hurdle 17-2/5 " W. W. Hoyt, R.L.S., 1893 +220-yard hurdle 27 " A. H. Hine, P.A., 1894 +Mile bicycle 2 " 41-3/5 " A. A. Densmore, Hopkinson, '93 +Running high jump 5 ft. 7-3/4 in. C. J. Paine, Hopkinson, 1893 +Running broad jump 21 " 6 " C. Brewer, Hopkinson, 1890 +Pole vault 10 " 6-3/4 " W. W. Hoyt, R.L.S., 1894 +Throwing 12-lb. ham'r 125 " R. F. Johnson, B.H.-S., 1894 +Putting 16-lb. shot 39 " 3 " M. O'Brien, E.H.-S., 1894 + + +Event. Winner June 15, 1895. Performance. + +100-yard dash J. T. Roche, W.H.-S. 10-3/5 sec. +220-yard run J. T. Roche, W.H.-S. 23-2/5 " +440-yard run R. S. Hull, W.H.-S. 53-3/5 " +Half-mile run A. Albertson, W.H.-S. 2 m. 5 " +Mile run D. T. Sullivan, W.H.-S. 4 " 42-4/5 " +Mile walk C. V. Moore, N.H.-S. 7 " 18-3/5 " +120-yard hurdle A. H. Hine, P.A. 18-1/5 " +220-yard hurdle A. H. Hine, P.A. 27-4/5 " +Mile bicycle H. Freyberg, W.H.-S. 2 " 40-3/5 " + F. Holt, R.L.S. } 5 " 7-1/2 " +Running high jump R. Ferguson, E.H.-S. } +Running broad jump E. L. Mills, S.H.-S. 20 " 3 " +Pole vault B. Johnson, W.A. 10 " 7 " +Throwing 12-lb. ham'r M. Sargent, Hopkinson 119 " 4 " +Putting 16-lb. shot E. Holt, P.A. 36 " 11-1/2 " + + +Points made by Schools. + +Worcester H.-S. 33 +Andover 25 +English H.-S. 12-1/2 +Worcester Academy 9-2/5 +Hopkinson 6 +Newton H.-S. 5-1/5 +Somerville H.-S. 5 +Noble's 4-1/5 +Roxbury Latin 3-1/2 +Cambridge H. and L. 3 +Lynn H.-S. 2-1/5 +Chelsea H.-S. 2 +Chauncey Hall 1 + --- +Total 112 + + Firsts count 5. Seconds 2. Thirds 1. + +The championship pennant of the New England I.S.A.A. remains at +Worcester. It was carried down there by the High-School athletes last +March, and they made their title to it secure on Holmes Field a week ago +Saturday by rolling up a score twenty points greater than any Boston +school--greater, in fact, than the scores of all the Boston schools put +together. Andover had the satisfaction of finishing second, with her old +rival, the Worcester Academy, who defeated her the week before, in +fourth place. The games were well managed, and, considering the fact +that there were 335 entries, the events were run off with commendable +promptness. Four records were broken, and a good many others that are up +pretty high already were closely approached, as the accompanying table +will show. The marks that went were the half-mile, the walk, the +bicycle, and the pole vault. Albertson, W.H.-S., has held the record for +the 1000-yard run for two years, and his practice at that distance has +made him a capable runner for the half. He kept well back in the bunch +when the race started, and waited until the very last corner was behind +him before he attempted to pull away from his companions. Then he +spurted, and passed the three men ahead of him, winning easily a full +second under record time. + +The biggest alteration of figures, however, was made after Moore of +Newton H.-S. had won the mile walk. He was looked upon as a winner at +the start, but no one anticipated such an excellent performance as 7 +min. 18-3/5 sec. He is as graceful in his work as any man can be in this +acrobatic event, and will surely be heard from in years to come if the +walk is not abolished from the amateur and collegiate programmes. The +probabilities are, however, that in a very few years the walk, like the +tug-of-war, will be a back number; but Moore is a good athlete, and he +will surely be able to be just as prominent in some other branch of +sport. The spectators were almost as deeply interested in Rudischhauser +and Williams's contest for last place, as they were in Moore's struggle +for first. + +A pleasing feature of the bicycle races was the absence of accidents. +There was not a single spill, and every man rode for all he was worth. +New men took the points; and that is a good thing. Both Freyberg and +Druett broke the tape ahead of record time in the second heat, but in +the finals they ran four seconds behind. The final heat, although not +the fastest, was the most interesting. Six men started, and for the +first quarter Freyberg held the lead. Then he was passed by Boardman and +Cunningham, who set the pace for a lap, after which the W.H.-S. rider +pushed ahead, and left every one behind. The finish spurt was good, but +it was evident that every rider was tired from the effects of the trial +heats. It would be well next year to follow the plan adopted by the +Inter-collegiate Association of having the preliminary heats on the +previous day. + +[Illustration: A. H. HINE.] + +[Illustration: E. G. HOLT.] + +None of the field events were particularly interesting, except the pole +vault, in which Johnson of Worcester Academy broke Hoyt's record by a +quarter of an inch. The high jumpers only reached 5 ft. 7-1/2 in., where +Holt, R.L.S., and Ferguson, E.H.-S., tied for first place. Mills of +Somerville High came in as an unknown quantity, and took the broad jump +with a leap of 20 ft. 3 in. Andover's strong men were Holt and Hine. At +the dual games at Worcester, Holt did giant's work, but at the +Interscholastics he only took one first, in the shot, defeating O'Brien, +whom many had looked upon as a sure winner, and a place with the hammer. +Hine's hurdling was most graceful, and both races were exciting. In the +high finals the racers kept well abreast for thirty yards; then Hine +forged slowly ahead, but was overtaken by Ferguson, whom he beat home by +a few feet only. The low hurdles were even more thrilling. Fuller led at +the start, but was caught by Hine at the fourth hurdle. Then it was jump +and jump for twenty-five or thirty yards; but Hine had better form, and +came in several feet ahead. The day was most satisfactory from the point +of view of sport, and every performance of the New-Englanders made me +wish they might meet the New York school athletes on an open track and a +level field. What a contest that would be! No effort should be spared to +bring it about, and the only way to do it is to form one large +all-embracing Interscholastic Association. + +One correspondent urges Hartford as the most suitable place for the +meeting. He believes it would be preferable to New Haven for many +reasons, one of which is that the Yale field track is only a quarter of +a mile around, whereas the track at the Charter Oak Park is a mile in +circumference and sixty feet wide. It is a question whether, for the +purposes of an Interscholastic meet of this kind, a mile track would be +as good as a lesser one. The time made might be faster if the road-bed +were in good condition, but the spectators would not enjoy the races so +much as if the runners passed the grand stand a number of times; and the +men themselves would find greater difficulty in gauging their speed, +most of them being accustomed to four or five lap tracks. A better +argument in favor of Hartford is that three railroads centre there. + +Of the school athletes who took part in the New York A.C. games at +Travers Island, several secured places. Baltazzi won first in the high +jump, clearing 5 ft. 10-1/4 in. Fisher went into the 100 and the 220, +but was distanced, and Powell got a tumble in the bicycle race. Whether +it was his own fault, I cannot say; but there are very few races he has +ridden in this year where he has been able to keep in his saddle all the +way around the course. He retained his seat in the Interscholastics and +won. W. T. Laing came down from Andover, and entered the mile with +Conneff and Orton. He had 40 yards handicap, and came in second, with +Orton behind him. Orton, however, was pretty well fagged out from the +effects of his half-mile race with Walsh. F. W. Phillips, of Bryant and +Stratton's, had a handicap of 6 inches in the pole vault, and by making +an actual leap of 10 ft. 3 in., secured first, over Baxter at scratch, +who cleared 10 ft. 6 in. + +Some creditable performances were made at the field meeting of the +Pittsburg Interscholastic A.A., which was held at the Pittsburg Athletic +Club Park last week. Only four schools were represented, but the crowd +was enthusiastic and the events well managed. Graff, of Shadyside +Academy, did the best all-round work. He won the 100 in 10-2/5 sec., and +the 220 in 24 sec., besides taking first in the hop, step, and jump +(another of those acrobatic events which have been handed down from the +Dark Ages), and third in the shot. If the Pittsburg H.-S. athletes had +been better trained they would have made a more creditable showing, for +there is good material there. As it was, they managed to score 21 points +out of a possible 135. Shadyside Academy, the winner, got 51, and was +followed by the Park Institute with 44. Allegheny, the tail-ender, +scored 19 points. + +The championship of the Southern Connecticut Baseball League went to the +Black Hall School again this year. The final game was played on June +1st, against the Norwich Free Academy. The Black Hall team suffered only +one defeat out of the six games of the series--a very creditable +performance, considering the numerical size and athletic strength of the +other schools in the League. Their success was due to the steady work of +the battery, their strong batting, and careful base-running. + + THE GRADUATE. + + + + +ADVERTISEMENTS. + + + + +Highest of all in Leavening Power.--Latest U. S. 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W., the + Editor will be pleased to furnish subscribers with membership + blanks and information so far as possible. + + +[Illustration: Copyright, 1895, by Harper & Brothers.] + +The map this week continues from the point, Tarrytown, reached on map +published in No. 810 of the ROUND TABLE, to Poughkeepsie, a ride of over +forty miles, which would be another and second stage on the route from +New York to Albany. All routes of this nature must, of course, be +divided by wheelmen reading this Department into sections of a length +which is most suitable for their own special purposes. It is perfectly +simple, for example, for a good rider to go from New York to +Poughkeepsie in one day. On the other hand, for one who is unaccustomed +to long distances the route shown on this map, from Tarrytown to +Poughkeepsie, is a very good ride. When the series, therefore, covering +a distance from New York to Albany is published, by putting the maps +together each wheelman may choose how far he will go each day. + +Running out of Tarrytown, the rider takes the Albany Post Road and +passes the Andre Monument (1), which he should pause to examine. After +leaving this monument he will come to St. Paul's Methodist Episcopal +Church. Here he should turn to the left and go down a long hill, thence +following the turnpike, which is unmistakable, until he reaches Sing +Sing, a distance of seven miles. If the wheelman takes time for it, he +may turn down to the river, about a mile before reaching Sing Sing, and +stop a moment to take a look at the State-prison. From Sing Sing the +road to Peekskill is direct; but it is a difficult twelve-mile ride, +with hills all along the way, especially just before crossing to Croton +Point, again on the Point, and then all the way up to Peekskill. The +road itself is sandy, and occasionally covered with loam. The riding is +not very good, and the wheelman is wise if he dismounts frequently. +After leaving Croton, and when approaching Verplank Point, he can look +across the river to Haverstraw, and see Treason Hill, where the meeting +between Arnold and Andre took place, and the terms of the surrender of +West Point were made. From Peekskill the rider runs out about half a +mile to the north, then turns to the left and follows the telegraph +poles to Garrison's. Immediately after crossing the bridges, on going +out of Peekskill, he will notice on the left the State Camp (4). The +road is sandy, and there are some bad hills over these eight miles. + +If the rider has time to stop for a look at historic places, he should +turn to the left after leaving the Peekskill encampment-grounds and run +down to Highland Station, from whence he can see across the river the +site of old Forts Clinton and Montgomery (5 and 6). Keeping on this road +and running up to Garrison's along the shore, he will pass Beverly +House, Arnold's old headquarters (7). At Garrison's is the old Phillipse +Manor, and directly across the river is the United States Military +Academy of West Point. The best road from this point to Wappinger's +Falls is to follow the black route on the map, keeping to the right +beyond Garrison's, and running on through Fishkill to Wappinger's Falls, +a distance of eighteen miles. + +It is possible, however, to keep to the left just beyond Garrison's, and +following the fair bicycle route, keep to the shore of the Hudson. The +road, however, is much more hilly through these highlands. By taking +this route the wheelman may cross the ferry at Fishkill village to +Newburg, where he may see the Washington headquarters (10), and Knox's +headquarters and winter camp (11) just outside Newburg. On the road from +Fishkill-on-the-Hudson to Fishkill itself he will pass the State +Hospital for the Insane (12). The road from Wappinger's Falls into +Poughkeepsie, a distance of eight and a quarter miles, is moderately +good. The roads are easy riding, and the grades are not bad. The rider +should turn to the right on leaving Wappinger's Falls, cross Wappinger's +Creek, and take South Avenue direct into Poughkeepsie. On the way he +passes at the right of the Gallaudet Home for Deaf-Mutes (13), and if he +cares to, after reaching Poughkeepsie, he may struggle up the +Poughkeepsie Hills to take a look at Vassar College (14). + + NOTE.--Map of New York city asphalted streets in No. 809. Map of + route from New York to Tarrytown in No. 810. New York to Stamford, + Connecticut, in No. 811. New York to Staten Island in No. 812. New + Jersey from Hoboken to Pine Brook in No. 813. Brooklyn in No. 814. + Brooklyn to Babylon in No. 815. Brooklyn to Northport in No. 816. + + * * * * * + +A CITY BOY'S CONCLUSION. + + The cricket 'neath the old rail fence + His song forever toots. + And sounds as if he's breaking in + A brand-new pair of boots. + + + + +[Illustration: THE PUDDING STICK] + + This Department is conducted in the interest of Girls and Young + Women, and the Editor will be pleased to answer any question on + the subject so far as possible. Correspondents should address + Editor. + + +Among the accomplishments which girls may cultivate to advantage none +surpasses that of reading aloud to the satisfaction of others. It is +singular that more of us do not acquire this delightful art. I do not +mean that we should become elocutionists, or study to be proficient in +dramatic effects; I simply advise girls who wish to give pleasure to +their families and friends to practise the art of reading intelligently, +in a clear and distinct voice, pronouncing their words plainly, giving +each sentence its full meaning, and being careful not to drop the voice +too suddenly at the end of a paragraph. It is so natural to let the +voice fall too much and too far at the close of a paragraph, that those +who wish to be heard make a point of learning how to use the rising +inflection--not to the degree which implies interrogation, but, so to +speak, leaving off with tones on the level, so that the voice carries +well across the room. + +During vacation you will have opportunities to exercise this gift if you +possess it. Half a dozen girls may enjoy the same story if one reads +aloud while the rest work. The dear auntie whose sight is failing, and +who is bidden by the doctor to rest her eyes, will be very much obliged +to you if you will read to her an hour or more a day at intervals, as +she and you may find convenient. + +I have found in my own experience that when I am reading with a view to +remembering a poem or essay or chapter of history, it is fixed upon my +mind more readily than otherwise if I read the passage aloud to myself. +Hearing as well as seeing the words, two senses aid in carrying the +message to the brain. I like to read poetry aloud when I am alone, thus +doubly enjoying its music and its feeling. + +As every bright young woman should be informed about current events, my +girl friends hardly need the reminder to read the daily papers. In doing +this, read according to system. You will be able to secure better +results if you have a plan than if you scan the journal taken in your +home in a slip-shod, heedless way. + +Every newspaper has its summary of contents, in which the news of that +day and paper are condensed and presented in a compact form. Read this +first. Select from this what you most wish to read--the foreign letters, +the society gossip, the political leaders, the description of a +prominent personage. Whatever you read, read with your whole attention, +and learn how to skip a great many things which, while coming under the +head of news, are not important to you. Reports of crime, for example, +must be published, but you and I can very well omit reading them. + +Somebody in the house, and it may as well be you, dear daughter Jane or +Charlotte, should take upon herself to see that the daily papers are not +spirited off to line closet-shelves or kindle the kitchen fire before +they are a week old. Father often wishes to refer to last Thursday's +_Sun_ or _Tribune_, Brother Tom wants another look at yesterday's +_Herald_ or the _Weekly Record_ or _Register_, whatever the favorite +paper may be. Nothing is more annoying than to search the house +over--mother's room, the library, the back parlor, the halls--and +discover no trace of the longed-for sheet, which probably has been +dissolved into ashes, fluff, and smoke, to save Bridget a little +trouble. You might charge yourself with seeing that no paper is ever +destroyed until it is a whole week old. Also when a paper contains an +item or a story which will probably interest grandmother or Uncle Roger +in another town, it is very sweet in you to slip a wrapper around the +paper, first marking the column in question, and mail it to the person +to whom it will give pleasure. Do not forget the marking. 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The Eight Numbers also bound in two +volumes at $3.00 each. Address Harper & Brothers, New York. + + + + +Prize Story Awards. + + +The Round Table offered a First Prize of $50, a Second of $25, and a +Third of $25 for the best original stories written by authors who had +not passed their eighteenth birthday. There was no condition about the +kind of a story required, but appearance of manuscript, spelling, +construction, character, and plot were to be considered. Stories were +required to contain not more than two thousand nor fewer than one +thousand words. There were a few under five hundred contestants, some of +whom were as young as ten, and in one case seven years. Many stories +were extremely clever, considering the ages of their authors. + +The First Prize is won by a Knight who lives in Delaware. His name is +Henry S. Canby, aged sixteen. A Knight, also from a Southern State +(South Carolina), won the first prize in the Table's previous story +contest. The Second Prize is won by a Lady. She is thirteen, and lives +in Minnesota. Her name is Nancy Howe Wood, and the title of her story, +which will be published in order, is "An Exciting Game." The story +standing third is "Joey's Christmas." It reached us bearing no name of +the writer, although it said it was intended for this contest. Owing to +this oversight by the author we cannot award it the Third Prize. We +will, however, give the author, when found, an extra prize of $10. Will +he or she write us? The Third Prize is awarded to the story standing +fourth. It is "The Beverly Ghost," by Jennie Mae Blakeslee, aged +fifteen, a resident of New Jersey. The Table congratulates the winners. + +Stories by the following authors are specially commended, the order of +that praise being indicated by the order in which names are printed: +Upton B. Sinclair, Jun., Frances Chittenden, Constance F. Wheeler, Edith +den Bleyker, Alice E. Dyar, Mande Newbolt, A. D. Parsons, Oliver Bunce +Ferris, Agnes Barton, Fanny Fullerton, Joseph B. Ames, Helen H. Hayes, +Louis E. Thayer, George Clarkson Hirts, George W. Halliwell, Jun., Janet +Ashley, Ray Bailey Stevenson, Edith Eckfield, Gay Hugh Leland, Helen L. +Birnie, Virginia Louise De Caskey. + + + + +An Old Civil War Veteran. + + +Living here is the oldest cavalry horse of the civil war. He belongs to +Sergeant B. F. Crawford, Company C, Sixteenth Pennsylvania Cavalry, who +captured him in Virginia just after his owner had been shot from his +back. He was then eight years old. Now he is forty, as black as coal, +save for some gray hairs in mane and tail, and still fond of martial +music, especially on Decoration day, the local parade of which he always +forms a part. Last year he went to the National Encampment of the Grand +Army at Pittsburg, but he is too feeble to go to another. "Old Ned" is +his name, and he is a universal favorite. His greatest war service was +his three days at Gettysburg, where he was in at the beginning and +finish, and didn't get a scratch. + + HARRY MOORHEAD. + NORTH EAST, PA. + + + + +Care and Food of Fresh-water Turtles. + + +Several members ask about the care and food of turtles--really +fresh-water tortoises. They should be kept in a tank or vessel, with +some sort of an island upon which they may crawl when tired of swimming. +The best food for them is fresh animal food--flies, worms, or very tiny +live fish. If a live fly is put on the water so that it will kick, the +tortoise will come up and get it, as he will not be so apt to do with a +dead one. A worm may be dropped in for him once in a while; but as these +are sometimes hard to find, he may be fed with bits of meat, raw or +cooked. As a rule, tortoises will not eat vegetables or bread, though +these will not hurt them. They can go for a long time without food, but +it is better to feed them every day. + + + + +A Jaunt Up Mount Macedon. + + +One fine day in December a few girl friends and I thought of walking +from Woodend to the top of Mount Macedon and back again. The first part +of the road leading to the Mount was smooth, and the shade thrown by the +eucalyptus-trees was very pleasant. As we got further on it became +rather hot, and we were glad to rest and eat our luncheon in a cool spot +about half-way up the Mount. Lilac Walk is a beautiful spot at the top +of Mount Macedon, and is so called because wild lilac blooms there in +profusion. The trees, which are tall, interlace and form arches, which +almost shut out the sun. + +The Camel's Hump is the highest peak of Mount Macedon. It was a very +steep climb, but we were rewarded for it. We could see around us miles +and miles of beautiful country, with here and there a tiny house among +the trees. On a fine day you can see Port Phillip Bay, which is over +forty miles distant. On our way back we saw a beautiful place thickly +covered with ferns, with a tiny stream running through it. We did not +feel very tired when we got there, although we had walked fourteen +miles. I intend forwarding you next time a brief description of the +Hanging Rock near Woodend. + + EVELINE WALLACE, R. T. L. + TASMA, MORELAND RD., W. COBURG. + + + + +What Shall Our Badges Be? + + +The Founders decided the Order is to have a new badge, to be made in two +styles. One is to be of silver, or at least of some material that may be +secured at a low price, say ten cents, and the other of gold, or gold +and enamel, to cost as much as fifty cents, perhaps; certainly little if +any more. A score or more Founders suggested that designs be submitted. +Very good. Now where shall we get the designs? Do members wish to give +us some? If so, send them in. Draw them in either India or wash, that we +may reproduce them. + +[Illustration] + +Here is the top of what is said to be the original King Arthur's Table. +It is preserved in the cathedral at Winchester, England. The figure is +that of Arthur, and the names are those of the original Knights. It was +suggested that the badge be a reproduction of this, but if the entire +table-top be employed designs will be so small they cannot be read. +Besides, we Americans hardly want to wear badges bearing a figure of +royalty, do we? Why not use the rose in the centre--the rose is +historic--and vary the inscription around it? + +In making designs, be careful to consider the time and nation. One +member sends us a design in which appears the fleur-de-lis, which is +French, not English. The sword, ancient pattern, the red and white rose, +the cross, other than the Latin--all these may be used. Of course we +will keep the "K. L. O. R. T." If need be, the words could be spelled +out: "Knights: Ladies: Order: Round: Table." Let us have your designs at +once. Any who wish may submit them. The two or three best will be +published, if made so we can reproduce them. Possibly an artist can +select the best features of several and combine them. So send along your +ideas. + + + + +How to Plan a Gala Evening. + + +For July or August there are few entertainments more novel and +delightful than out-of-door ones. Why not have some in aid of the School +Fund? Or they might be partly in aid of the Fund and partly for the +benefit of a Chapter. The way to begin is to get together from six to a +dozen friends, and then write to us for particulars. + +Here is briefly what we shall recommend, but be sure to write, because +we can give you more explicit directions than we have space for here. We +shall give you titles of some very funny farces and pantomimes, similar +to those that college students give as burlesques, and which any company +of persons of any age can learn and render with very little trouble and +with certain success. We shall also tell you how to build a rustic stage +out of doors, to arrange hemlocks or spruces for "scenery," etc. A good +way is to charge a fee of twenty-five cents, and give, after the stage +entertainment is over, a plate of ice-cream free. You will have plenty +of fun--and help a good cause, and perhaps yourselves. Write us, sure. + + + + +A Natural History Bit. + + +There are a great many violets about here, and the ones we have the most +of are the swamp violets and the little ones that grow in the fields. +The swamp violets are a very light purple with darker lines on the lower +petal. There are from two to twenty violets on one plant. They grow in +the woods and in wet places. The white violets also grow in the woods. +They are very much smaller, and are entirely white except the lower +petal, which has purple lines. They are very sweet. I have never seen +more than seven or eight violets on one plant. + +There are three other kinds that I know of that grow in the woods. One +is the yellow violet. It grows in dry places, and there is usually more +than one violet on a stem. The leaves also grow on the stem, instead of +starting from the roots, as most others do. The flower is a bright +yellow, with purple lines on the lower petal. There is the crow's-foot +violet, which grows in dry places and is a deep purple; also a little +purple violet whose name I do not know. It grows much like the yellow +violet, only it is much smaller, and often grows on rocks where there is +very little earth. + +The violet that grows in the fields is very small, and is oftenest a +deep purple, but sometimes the petals are purple and white mottled +together. + + H. W. S. + CONNECTICUT. + + + + +A Bit of An Old Fort. + + +Not very far from Bluffton near Beaufort is situated the island called +Paris Island. A friend of my father's owns a part of this, and he says +that on it are the remains of old Fort Charles, built by the Huguenots +in 1562. Will some one please write to me? I am fourteen. Bluffton is in +the very southwestern part of Beaufort County, S. C. The steamer _Alpha_ +plies between Bluffton, Beaufort, and Savannah, but she is the slowest +steamer in existence. + + AUGUST MITTELL. + BLUFFTON. + + + + +[Illustration: STAMPS] + + This Department is conducted in the interest of stamp and coin + collectors, and the Editor will be pleased to answer any question + on these subjects so far as possible. Correspondents should + address Editor Stamp Department. + + +The stamp editor wants to make this column as interesting and as useful +as possible to all the boys and girls who collect stamps. Is there any +subject on which you would like to have information? Shall we talk about +the United States stamps? Or about the great rarities which are so +eagerly sought by the advanced collectors that they are willing to pay +from $100 to $2500 each for these interesting little bits of paper? Or +about the different stamps issued in the Confederate States during the +great civil war? Or about the different water-marks, perforations, +papers, etc., which will make two stamps which "look just alike" worth +in the one case two cents and in the other $50? Or about auctions of +rare stamps? Or any other subject? Let us hear from you, boys and girls. +This is your column, and it shall be made as interesting as possible. Do +you keep the back numbers, so that you can refer to them? If you do, it +will be possible to answer fully some questions which are asked +frequently by simply referring to some other number in the current +volume. + +Several collectors ask how to distinguish the provisional stamps used in +Peru during the war in 1881-83 between Chili and Peru. Counting all the +different types of each stamp, there are over one hundred in all, and +their enumeration in the standard stamp catalogues covers three or four +pages. Collectors who make a specialty of Peruvian stamps make the +number much larger. In general, these stamps are simply the regular +Peruvian issue of 1874-79 with different surcharges. The victorious +Chilians printed their coat of arms on these stamps--sometimes alone, +and at other times the arms and a band in a horseshoe frame, with the +words "Union Postal Universal--Peru." The Peruvians used the same +horseshoe band as a surcharge, but without the Chilian arms. Another +Peruvian surcharge is the triangle with the word "Peru," and above it a +character intended to represent the sun. As almost all these surcharges +were printed by a hand-stamp, they are easily counterfeited, and +collectors should be careful to buy these stamps from responsible +dealers only. + + GILBERT JACKSON.--There are five varieties of the $5 United States + Internal Revenue stamps first issue. The perforated ones are worth + from two cents to thirty-five cents each. There are eleven $1 + stamps of the same issue, worth from one cent to $2.50 each. + Twelve varieties of the fifty-cent stamp, worth from one cent to + $1 each. + + J. R. P.--The 1875 reprints of 1869 are on very white paper. The + 2c. of this issue is worth $3. Many of the 1869 issue show little + or nothing of the grille. The Cape of Good Hope are quoted in the + catalogue mentioned by you. The drawing enclosed by you is of a + German local which has no value. 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This volume of +adventure, battle, heroic endeavor, and thrilling struggle on sea and +land is a most captivating story told in the luminous and trenchant +style which characterizes this author's work.--_Philadelphia Press._ + + * * * * * + +Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York. + +_For sale by all booksellers, or will be mailed by the publishers, +postage prepaid, on receipt of the price._ + + + + +[Illustration: "NOW I KNOW PUSSY ATE UP MY GOLDFISH, FOR YOU CAN SEE THE +BONES STICKING OUT OF HER CHEEKS."] + + + + +A QUESTION OF PEDIGREE. + + + "Now who is that?" asked a dignified hen; + "That chicken in white and gray? + She's very well dressed, but from whence did she come? + And her family, who are _they_?" + + "She never can move in our set, my dear," + Said the old hen's friend to her, later; + "I've just found out--you'll be shocked to hear-- + _She was hatched in an incubator!_" + + + + +Patrick, in answer to an advertisement for a coachman, applied for the +position. He was one of three applicants, and patiently waited until his +turn arrived to offer his services. The gentleman who wanted the +coachman loved a joke, and when the first applicant had answered a few +of his questions, he finally asked him, + +"How near to the edge of a precipice would you undertake to drive my +carriage?" + +"Your Honor, I'd come within a foot of it." + +The same question was put to the second applicant, who replied, + +"I'll drive within three inches of it all the way, and never slip a +wheel." + +Patrick was then asked what he would do. "Faith, your Honor, I'd kape as +far away from the idge as possible." Patrick was engaged. + + + + +Every boy and girl has doubtless heard of the great composer Handel. +Here is a little story told of him and of Dr. Maurice Green, a musician +whose compositions were never remarkably fine. It seems he had sent a +solo anthem to Handel for his opinion, and Handel invited him to take +breakfast, and he would say what he thought of it. After coffee, Green's +patience became exhausted, and he said, "Well, sir, what did you think +of it?" + +"Oh, your anthem! Ah, I did t'ink dat it wanted air." + +"Air!" cried Green. + +"Yes, air; and so I did hang it out of de vindow," replied Handel. + + + + +"James," asked the school-teacher, "what do you do with your odd moments +after school?" + +"I waits until they adds up into an hour, and then I goes fishin'." + + + + +FREDDY (_five years old_). "Boys, keep away from me." + +CHORUS. "Why, what's the matter?" + +FREDDY. "The teacher said I was sharp to-day, and you might get cut." + + + + +MOTHER. "Frank, what is baby crying about?" + +FRANK. "I guess because I took his cake and showed him how to eat it." + + + + +There is a story going the rounds of the British press about two very +distinguished archaeologists--Sir William Wilde and Dr. Donovan. It seems +that these two gentlemen made an excursion to the Isles of Arran, where +interesting remains of archaeological nature have been found. + +They came across a little rough stone building, and both entered into a +fierce argument as to the exact century of its erection. Finally each +claimed a date, one giving it the sixth century, and the other a later +one. + +A native who had listened with gaping mouth and ears to the lengthy and +learned terms used by the disputants, broke into the conversation with +the remark, "Faix, you're both wrong as far as that little buildin' is +consarned; it was built just two years ago by Tim Doolan for his +jackass." + + + + +THE HIGHWAYMAN AND THE TRAVELLER. + + +[Illustration] + + A highwayman grim--here's a picture of him-- + A traveller once did waylay, + +[Illustration] + + But his pistols were rusted; he fired: they busted. + +[Illustration] + + And the traveller went on his way. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Round Table, June 25, 1895, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S ROUND TABLE, JUNE 25, 1895 *** + +***** This file should be named 33037.txt or 33037.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/3/3/0/3/33037/ + +Produced by Annie McGuire + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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